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chipperydoopcg · 1 year

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Hey Deltarune Fandom

I know its 3am as I wright this but I think I found something online that might be important- or at least, be something to consider- food for thought and all that jazz-

you see, I was scrolling thought reddit when I came upon a particular post...

it starts of seeming very normal, right? I mean, it's just your average detarune fan asking about equipment advice, right?

but.. somethings... off, to say the least......

Not only is the wording weird when talking about Spamton, (with the phrasing of "Spamton dude" being particularly odd, as to get to Spamton's shop, you need to get fairly familiar with him and his character, but this user seems to be acting like this is their first time meeting him.) But Spamton HIMSELF seems to look... Different than usual. Or, at lease, different than his usual shop sprite that is...

and I was not alone on this sentiment, as the comments noticed too!

which leads to wonder....

... yeah, that...

To which OP provided an... Interesting answer....

D-.... Didn't have the money? But, deltarune is free game? Or, at least, Chapter's 1 and 2 are...

you see, a while back, Toby mention online that Chapters 3, 4, and 5 would all be released together, and, unlike the first two, cost money. (or as a certain salesman would phrase it, cost some [[Sweet, Sweet KROMER]]!!!)

Not only that, but its kinda ironic that this user pirated a copy of a free game, and have the one character who has a history with shady links (or in other words, [[Hyperlink Blocked]]) be the one who's changed... Almost as if this bootleg game has its own bootleg of Spamton... The one character who literally tries to be a bootleg of ANOTHER character in-universe. *Cough cough* Swatch- *Cough cough*

But this also leads to question... are there any other differences in the game? I mean, it is a pirated game, surely there has to be some other differences from the original game other than some seemingly random shop sprite of spamton, right?

luckily, I was not the only one who was curious about this and a user by the name of kuro50 ask OP to quote:

To which OP responded:

how... convenient.....

I mean- don't get me wrong- I get that feeling not having any program to record with (though than again OBS Studio exist)- but even still, all of this seems a little bit too, odd to just let off as something "normal"...

but, than again, its not like there's anything necessary wrong about it either, right? I mean, sure, it weird that someone pirated a free game, but, maybe they're just some gullible kid online?

...Except, a user by the name of ThePotatoPerson510 pointed out a few striking things...

And then... it all stared to click...

I went to check the profile and, just as ThePotatoPerson510 had said,

"u/ThatDudeTobias, Cake day December 27, 2022, made 12 hours ago..." the same hour as the spamton post was made... almost as if the account was made just so they could post this.... (Note: the previous image in this post of the spamton post says it was made 10 hours ago. This time gap is because I have been writing this post for 2 hours straight now- coming onto 3 hours- as such, I give you this screenshot showing both the post and the profile, and thus, showing they were in fact made in the same hour-)

MID WRIGHTING UPDATE: It seems as if there WAS a time gap between the two post, as its 5:24am and I just took THIS screenshot showing the time gap. Take this how you will I suppose ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Now, about the name... It seem kinda... on the nose, to say the least. I mean, Toby, Tobias, seems a little to similar, right? But, at the same time, knowing Toby, he would be the type to use a seemingly obvious while still not TOO obvious name to fuck with us (he DOSE have a history with being a troll when it comes to his games ¬_¬||)

Also, looking back at the spamton image and comparing it to the name "Tobias", they both share one thing in common... They're both SIMILAR to their originals, to the point where you can tell what they're based off of, but, somewhat off...

As for the one other post on the account, well...

its..

... A comment on MeIRL?

Well, what's the original post?

A..... Video of some guy walking up the stairs, only to keep looping up the same steps, unable to get to the end?

Well, that's... anticlimactic..... Sooo.... Is this just some random account then? Was all of this just for nothing? Was it all red hearings in the end? Well, that's what I thought..

For you see, I realized something....

Toby Fox is a well-known fan of anime, but, not just any anime.... specifically, JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE. How do we know this? Well, in undertale, there is an item in the game called a Punch Card

When this card is used in battle, it says, "OOOORAAAAA!!! You rip up the punch card! Your hands are burning!" This increases your attack. "ORA" Is a common phrase screamed in JOJO' when one of the Jostar's are attacking.

Not only that, but in deltarune, main antagonist of chapter 2 is Queen.

her battle theme? Attack of the Killer Queen

Killer Queen is the stand of Yoshikage Kira. The main antagonist of JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE: Diamond is Unbreakable. Which is the 4th Chapter of the series.

So, what dose ALL of this have to do with the video "Tobias" commented on? Well, you see, in JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE: Stardust Crusaders, when Polnareff, one of the main protagonist, tries to walk up the stairs to face DIO, the main antagonist, he finds himself in the same loop as the man in the video. Continuously walking up the same set of stares, unable to reach the end.

Meaning, the video that "Tobias", or, as we presume, Toby commented on was in fact...

A JOJO REFFERANCE, AND THUS, MAKES PERFICT SENCE AS TO WHY HE WOULD COMMENT ON IT

...... And so with that last tidbit out of the way, we are left with 3 conclusions that we can come to... 1. This "Tobias" is actually Toby Fox teasing us about Chapter 3 and or some other upcoming scheme of his he has up his sleaves.

2. This "Tobias" is actually Toby Fox just fucking with us

and 3. This is some third party not affiliated with Toby but still making something and teasing it (possibly and ARG or something of sorts) .... That or I've just spent over 3 hours of my life typing this up only for it to be a shitpost by Temmie or something :/

either way its 6:41am as I type this and I have not slept all night so I hope you liked this deep dive analysis into this possibly important reddit account that could hold significant lore for the upcoming chapters of deltarune and if you'll excuse me I'm going to go collapse on my couch for the rest of the day :) have a wonderful time zone <3

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lovesodakid · 1 month

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sworn to secrecy 4

chris x fem!reader

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summary: chris and y/n have known each other, pretty much their whole lives. y/n has always had a crush on chris. chris always viewed y/n as ‘nate’s little sister’ until one day, he realized, she wasn’t so little anymore…which nate sees..in which. he does not approve of whatsoever. (“brothers best friend trope”)

warnings: slight mention of underage drinking and a small mention of toxic household. that should be all :)

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“y/n.”

“y/n wake up.”

i softly groan at the feeling of being shaken awake. as i sit up fully in my seat, i look over to chris, leaning dangerously close to my face from his seat beside me, as he was whispering in my ear to wake me up.

“mrs. johnson called your name three times for you to answer the question.” he quietly says to me.

that’s when the embarrassing truth of me falling asleep in class hit me.

“miss y/l/n?” mrs. johnson asks from across the room while shooting daggers into me with her eyes. “what is the answer to number four?”

i freeze. mostly in embarrassment, half in fear as i feel what seems like a thousand pairs of eyes on me. have i mentioned i have a small fear of being put on the spot? no? well now you know.

“i-um. what..what was the question?” i ask, rubbing my eyes.

“well. since you can’t seem to focus in my class, maybe you can focus in detention.” mrs. johnson says as she begins walking over to her desk.

i let out a sigh as i stand up, gathering my things. as i finish, i look over to chris as he shoot’s me a sympathetic smile as i begin making my way to the front of the class.

as mrs. johnson finishes wrighting up my detention slip, she clears her throat to speak again.

“next time, don’t fall asleep in my class.” she says calmly.

i don’t say anything as i just nod, taking the slip and walking out of the classroom, making my way to detention.

it’s been two days since nate and i stayed at the triplets house. things have been okay at home since we came back. usually when we end up having to stay at the triplets, the day we come back home, everyone just pretends everything’s fine. my dad speaking in a unsettling calm tone, my mom looking like she’ll break down any moment. i don’t know why she stays with him, i’ve cried multiple times for her to divorce him, but she just won’t. she claims that he was her “first love”. that she can’t abandon that or him. quite frankly, i think my dads a piece of shit who deserves to be abandoned.

as i enter the detention room, i hand the lady at the desk my detention slip before making my way to the back of the room.

as i sit down, i put in my airpods to listen to music. letting my mind drift off into space.

the good thing about being in detention, is the fact that the lady in charge of the kids in detention, couldn’t give a fuck less what we do.

ever since the night at the triplets, i’ve had the same re-occurring dream of the memory of my mom and dad. i used to have them when i was younger, but one day in eighth grade, they just stopped. i thought i had somehow blocked that “traumatic memory” out of my mind. or that’s what my old therapist said anyways.

“you got detention?” nate practically yells to the whole cafeteria as i sit down next to him.

i rub my face in annoyance. “i just fell asleep in class. it’s no big deal.”

“it is a big deal since it got you detention.” he mumbles, a hint of anger lacing his voice. “what’s with you? why have you been so tired recently?”

i roll my eyes. “i haven’t been sleeping well okay? im sure ill be able to soon.”

he doesn’t say anything as he just shakes his head.

“so..you guys coming to the party tomorrow night?” nick asks, cautiously.

chris and matt look at nate and i for an answer.

“i am.” nate speaks up. “she isn’t.”

“what? what do you mean im not?” i quickly question him as i whip my head towards him beside me.

“for one, you got detention.” he says calmly. “for two, im not dragging my little sister with me to a party.”

nick, matt, and chris just stare at us as we slightly argue.

“nate, i just fell asleep in class. i didn’t blow up the school.” i scoff, “and i can go with them, i don’t have to ride with you there.” i say, motioning to the triplets.

“y/n i said no.” he says firmly.

“nate, stop pretending your my dad. you don’t have a say-so in if i go or not.” i spit out, crossing my arms. “im going. i’ll probably just have to ride with you guys if it’s okay.” i say, looking between the triplets.

they briefly look at eachother before quickly nodding, nate doing the opposite, letting out an annoyed breath.

it’s now the day of the party. nate still isn’t talking to me, which hurts a little bit but i don’t focus too hard on it. a party has never really ever been my ideal type of way to have fun, but trying it out couldn’t be too bad right?

as i get dressed, i put on a denim mini skirt with a tight black, short sleeve shirt that’s slightly cropped. after 5 minutes of debating between doc martens or random knee high black boots, i choose the boots.

i normally wear baggy jeans and a random shirt, so i rarely ever dress up. but when i do, i usually feel hot, like tonight. my whole life i’ve ever only been hung out with the triplets and my brother. i’ve never really made an effort to look “good”. i mean yes i put makeup on and nice clothes, but ive never dressed up around them. so this is definitely a new one.

the second im done, almost on cue, i hear honking coming from outside. which can only mean the triplets are here.

i grab my phone before walking out of my bedroom and making my way downstairs. the house is empty, signaling my parents are gone, as usual. which also makes me thing nate has already left for the party.

i walk outside towards the van, i can’t help but notice the way chris looks at me through the window of the dashboard. it could mean nothing, but my body reacts differently. a surge of butterflies swarming my stomach.

“oh my god y/n!” nate exclaims excitedly as i get in the backseat. “you look hot!”

“thank you nick.” i thank him, a small giggle exhaling from my mouth.

“so, y/n/n. are you drinking tonight?” matt asks from the driver seat. per usual.

the thought of drinking tonight hadn’t even crossed my mind until now. drinking is completely out of character for me, the girl that usually has a book in her face, replacing it with alcohol?

“um, i don’t really know yet.” i answer honestly. “maybe?”

there’s a first time for everything right?

“well if you decide to. make sure you stay close to one of us okay?” chris says from the passenger seat.

“okay.” i agree.

“holy shit there’s a lot of people.” i say in surprise as we pull up to the, might as well say ‘mansion’ for the party.

the front door wide open, teenagers standing and sitting on the porch. one kid in particular seems to be vomiting. yuck. the front yard flooded people who look like they’re having a good time.

“yep. that’s a ‘christian davis’ party for you.” chris says, unbuckling his seatbelt.

christian davis is one of the richest kids in school. not to mention one of the most popular.

“let’s go!” nick screams in excitement, grabbing my hand to pull me out of the car.

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a/n: i apologize for the constant time skips, but i didn’t know what to writeee. plus i wanted to hurry up and write the party part 🙈 (for those asking for a tag list, i probably won’t do one for this story, given the fact this is my first one.)

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader

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darkravens-blogs · 3 months

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Lucifer Morningstar x reader part two. This art is not mine credits to the artist again this is gonna be a series part one is already out im working on part three now.

You walk into your house and start to get ready you can tell that someone followed you but you couldn’t quite figure out who but despite that you still decided to get ready you put in a beautiful red wine dress (picture at the bottom of da page) and start to do your hair and makeup.”I can feel you lurching” you say in an “teasing” tone “I thought so”Lilith said as she came out with a knife you noticed this and say”what’s that for” you say as you tilt your head” to kill you you fucking bitch”she says in a angry jealous and venomous toned voice as she lunges at you with the knife.you dodge and look at her with a “wtf” face “ but wh-“ before you can finish your sentence she intent you again putting the knife to your throat.” Because now I’m gonna give you three options I kill you right hear and now or I let you live and you can leave heaven and not come back or you can skip the date stay hear but never see Lucifer again and you have to watch from afar as we have the life you wish you had”she offers you a few options”if I pick the threed option can I still at least see him and know he’s ok” she nods “yes you may but you can’t interact with him at all no matter what or I swear I will kill you” who pushes the knife further into you neck drawing blood”understand bitch” “yes I understand” “good” she backs away from you as she removes the knife from you neck “now pack you things and leave you’ll be staying down in hell so he can’t find you oh and wright a letter saying your leaving” “ok”

(Time skip cuz imma lazy hoe and tired)

“So y/n is leaving” Lucifer said l through teary eyes”yea she wrought you this letter tho and said smothered a parting gives attached to it or something like that”. Lilith said as she handed him the letter”I’ll leave you alone for a bit to process what’s happening”he got up and left as he read the letter and tears started to fall from his face the letter read.

Dear luci

I have to go away for a bit and I don’t know if I’m gonna be coming back any time soon and in case I don’t come back I want you to know that I love you lucifer I always have and always will no matter how long we’re apart I will love you now and always even if you sit love your self I’ll love you through thick and then bad and worse sickness and heath no matter what happens or where I am I will always love you and find you and so you don’t forget me I taped a pic of myself to this letter and a promise ring so I have to for fill the promise I made to you I have a matching one so we will always find each other so all you have to do is remember me and wear it around your neck or finger so we know it’s is us I love you luci always have always will till next time luci :).

Lucifer starred to cry he couldn’t believe it he had to find you he just had to to let you know how he felt too he was going to find you no matter who or what he to go through.

The dress you were gonna wear 👇

#lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel

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doc-pickles · 4 months

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sent to save me | sidney crosby (ch. 3)

series masterlist

summary: sid and annie have the fight that ends it all

warnings: general angst, swearing

author’s note: hi friends! i'm so happy you're all loving this series! this is a flashback to the fight sid and annie have that ends their relationship, so this happens eight years in the past. it's short but it's important to the plot! enjoy!

xoxo

nina

Sidney had just come home from a gruelling game against the Flyers where he’d taken one too many hits and they’d lost in OT. All he wanted was to crawl into bed and hold Annie, forgetting about the shitty day he’d had.

But when he unlocked the door to their house he found Annie sitting in the living room, tears staining her face as she stared blankly ahead. Sid dropped his bag and rushed over to her, kneeling in front of Annie and cupping her face in his hands.

“Annie?,” Sid whispered as he wiped at her cheeks. She blinked and met his eyes, her green ones brimmed with unshed tears. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong? You’re scaring me.”

“Do you love me?”

“More than anything,” Sidney replied quickly, scanning her face for any sign as to what was going on. “Baby-”

“I can’t do this anymore Sid,” Annie breathed out, eyes shutting as she said the words. “I… You’re never home and when you are all you’re focused on is hockey. I just can’t be second place anymore.”

Sidney looked over Annie’s face for any signs that she was bluffing but only found hurt and sadness there, “Baby where is this coming from? How long have you felt like this?”

Annie stood, shaking her head as she walked away from him, “Forever Sid! I’m never your first thought. I, god, I want to spend my life with you and you can’t even consider me! You’re never here and when you are all you can think about is hockey. Will I ever come before that?”

Sid sighed, running his hands down his face, “Honey, I just do-”

“Why the hell am I still here if you can’t make me a priority Sidney?”

There’s a crisp in the room as Annie’s words sink in. Sidney looks over at her, the determined look on her face despite her wet cheeks. That was his Annie, always overpowering her weaknesses to protect herself.

“Baby I’m trying! Don’t you see that?,” Sidney begged. “I love you so much, more than anything in this world, Annie. But I also have a team to think about, a whole fucking franchise riding on my shoulders! Don’t they matter too?”

Annie let out a laugh at that, running her hand through her hair, “Yes Sidney, they do matter. And they clearly matter more than me.”

Annie turned and walked away from Sidney, who quickly followed her. She went upstairs into their bedroom, Sid’s heart sinking as he watched her pull out a suitcase from their shared closet.

“Baby, don’t do this. Please, let’s talk,” Sid begged as he stood in front of Annie, gripping her shoulders tightly. “I can… We can work something out?”

“Are you willing to compromise on your hockey schedule? Take things for the team out of your schedule so I can see you more than twice a week,” Annie asked, lips turned down. When Sid didn’t answer she huffed and pushed past him. “Yeah… Didn’t think so.”

Sidney watched in silence as Annie began tossing things into her suitcase, tears streaming down her face. He wanted to say something, anything, to make her stay. But he was at a loss for words, only snapping out of his thoughts when Annie was standing right in front of him.

“I’m sorry Sid, I never wanted it to end like this. But I need to look after myself,” Annie took in a deep breath, then leaned up to press a sweet, chaste kiss to his lips. “I love you Sidney.”

Without so much as another word, Sidney Crosby watched Annie Wright walk out of their bedroom with his heart clutched tightly in her hand.

#sidney crosby #sidney crosby imagine #sidney crosby fic #sidney crosby fanfic #nhl fanfic #nhl imagine #nhl fic #hockey fic #hockey imagine #hockey fanfic #nina writes

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quintessencewrites · 1 year

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Quintessence Writes

essence 23 pansexual Welcome, Lovelies <3!

This blog is full of original stories, random reposts, and mindless thoughts. I write about what I like. Fanfic is a creative outlet for me that I enjoy beyond words and I don't see myself stopping anytime soon.

Feel free to stay a while, get comfortable, talk to me, and become one of my loves

Rules: I do write smut, so this blog is 18+ ONLY!!! MINORS, DNI!!!!

I write about characters, not real people. For example, I will write for Shuri and Jamie, but not Letitia Wright herself. I'm just not comfortable with it.

I admittedly mostly write for Shuri and Riri, unless otherwise stated, but I will absolutely write for someone else if you guys have any suggestions.

I AM A BLACK WOMAN WHO LOVES BLACK WOMEN (and they/thems, she hers/, he/his, I don't care really)... I write for POC readers, unless otherwise stated.

I do take requests and try my best to respond to them in a timely manner, HOWEVER, I am a nursing student with a full-time job. With that being said, just bear with me, your requested story is coming.

I WILL NOT WRITE ABOUT DISTURBING TOPICS, for example, (TW!!), incest, domestic violence, sexual assault, etc.

There is no hate on my little side of the internet, so be nice and just enjoy so everyone can have fun

ShuRiri x OC (Sade Davis) Series

*REWRITE IN PROGRESS*

Put Me in My Place Riri Williams x OC (Sade Davis)

I feel my body tense, realizing I’m in the arms of my biggest competition throughout high school. I try to pull away, but Riri holds me tighter. “Please,” she starts. “Don’t go.”

You Up? Riri Williams x OC (Sade Davis)

“I told you to take it off. I’ll buy you a new one.”

Sorry For Breaking Your Hearts Riri Williams x OC (Sade Davis)

“No, no, please! My girlfriend, I-I haven’t seen her all day, I haven’t heard from her. I think something’s wrong.”

Two is Plenty, Three’s a Crowd ShuRiri x OC (Sade Davis)

“Sade, it is nice to meet you finally,” came the voice again, and at this point, the speaker was back on the table.

Somehow, I found my voice. “Pr-Princess Shuri.”

Ally? Ally. ShuRiri x OC (Sade Davis)

I face her and evenly reply “You drowned, huh?” Riri’s face flushes and she stammers, struggling to gather her words.

My Love, My Fury ShuRiri x OC (Sade Davis)

“What’s it say,” I ask. Shuri’s smile grows genuine and she responds, “Sade, sithandwa Sam. Sade, my love in my country’s alphabet.”

Breathe ShuRiri x OC (Sade Davis)

"It's like deja vu, isn't it baby?" Riri questions giddily, arms thrown around my neck.

Vanish-Giveon

Vanish ShuRiri x reader

"Nisale kakuhle zinkosi zenu (Goodbye, your majesties.)” You bow and exit, leaving the Queens in their despair.

Vanish pt. 2 ShuRiri x reader

“Aneka, you will lead this mission.

General,” the word comes off her tongue like a tease, knowing she’s driving a spear through Okoye’s heart. “Fall back.”

Yes, Daddy

Y-yes, Daddy stud!ShuRiri x black!fem!reader

“I’m daddy,” Shuri growls and you sink into her body, melting at her vernacular. “Understand, baby?”

You make the mistake of nodding first, catching yourself quickly. “Yes,” you correct.

“Yes, what?”

“Y-yes, daddy.”

Y-yes, Daddy pt. 2 stud!ShuRiri x black!fem!reader

Hmm, Shuri hums. “You look so damn good walking away, y/n, but that don’t mean I like it when you walk away from me. You wanna explain that shit?”

Escapism Shuri x Riri Shuri brought her hand up between their too-close bodies, tapping at Riri’s chin, then her cheeks. “Alright, alright. You’ve proven yourself. Breathe before you pass out.”

Y-yes, Daddy pt. 3 stud!ShuRiri x black!fem!reader

Her eyes sent the message that her lips didn’t; they couldn’t, too busy being bitten to the flesh between Riri’s perfect rows of teeth, the gold on her lower set mirroring the gold around her neck.

Jordan Peele’s Nope.-Emerald Haywood

What’s Up, Doc? Emerald Haywood x reader

"You see a therapist?" OJ asks. "I fuck one," Emerald responds dismissively.

Desire

Desire Pt. 1 Shuri x Stripper!reader

"Ladies and Gents, we got a treat for yall tonight! So much cake, it'll make you want to lick the icing first."

"Please help me in welcoming Desire to the stage!"

Desire Pt. 2 Shuri x Stripper!reader

“Ndiyakunqwenela.”

“I desire you.”

“Kudala ndikurhalela.”

“I-I’ve been craving you"

SOS-SZA

Nobody Gets Me Riri Williams x fwb!reader

How am I supposed to tell ya?

I don't wanna see you with anyone but me

Nobody gets me like you

Happy Valentine's Day

Riri's Love Letter Riri x black!fem!reader

Do you remember what I said to you?

I know you remember that corny ass pickup line.

“Do you have a name, or can I call you mine?”

Little Panther

Little Panther Shuri x black!fem!reader

And collect my son I do, adorning his little fluffy figure in kisses. "None for me?" Shuri pouts, eyes begging.

"Uh, uh. You told me to collect my son, not my girl."

Brain-Break

Brain-Break ShuRiri x Wakandan!fem!reader

“No, my Queen. If you will not indulge my idea for a moment to give you peace, then you will, at the very least, not work in such silence that you stress yourself anymore. Understood?”

Riri stifles a giggle at your words, sending Shuri to return to her work obediently, grumbling under her breath as she did. “-going to speak to me like that in my own lab.”

She Loves Me-Valkyrie

She Loves Me Shuri x reader; Valkyrie x reader

She loves me. Even though whenever I say it, she doesn't say it back.

Heavy is The Head-Queen Ramonda Heavy is the Head Queen Ramonda x Wakandan!reader

The nonchalant shrug makes a return. "She said I'm not a doll."

Your hands raked through her tight curls, expertly. "You're my doll."

Save Her

Save Her ShuRiri x Wakandan!reader

“Griot,” she started slowly. “Who is piloting Fighter 009?”

“Y/n, Your Majesty.”

Finally

Finally ShuRiri x black!fem!reader

“Remember that promise I made you?”

Riri nods, hands running through Shuri’s curls, lips tucked between her teeth in excitement.

“I’m ready to act on it.”

My Princess

My Princess Shuri x black!fem!plus size!reader

“You heard her,” she started to the stunned girl on the other end. “So we good on whatever shit you was trying to offer her. It ain’t nothing compared to what I got.”

King-Queen Ramonda

King Queen! Ramonda x King!reader

“Your Highness-” “King. Do not be afraid to say it.”

I'm IronHeart

I'm IronHeart college student! Riri x college student!fem!black! reader

“You gon stop fucking up my pretty face-” “You only like it when its pretty?” A smile broke across both your faces, her shiny rows of perfectly white teeth winking at you from between the prettiest brown lips you’d ever seen. “It’s always pretty,” you ran your fingers down her cheeks once more.

Mama Shuri

Unyana Mama!Shuri x Mommy!reader

"Shuri, put your child to bed," you exclaim, bouncing down the stairs.

"Huh?"

Man-Man

Man-Man drug dealer!ShuRiri x black!fem!single mom!reader

“Hey, baby,” your soft voice cooed. You had his undivided attention and his wide eyes followed the index finger of your free hand as you gestured to the girls standing above him.

Pernicious

Pernicious toxic!Shuri x reader; OC x reader

“Nah, baby, just getting a taste. “Fuck y-” “I told you, you can’t do this shit better than me.”

Lil Hobie- Hobie Brown

Lil Hobie atsv Hobie x thick!black!fem!reader

“God dammit, Hobie!” “‘Hobie dammit, Hobie’ is kinda a redundant statement, love, don’t ya-”

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shurislover · 1 year

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All Of Me

Letitia Wright x Black Fem Reader

Baby Mama Drama Part 2

idk how many words but this is kinda long

Summary

- It’s been 2 years since Letitia’s big turn around. She has been in Aria’s life ever since , she’s gained your trust and love back. She non stop shows you and Aria love in the media anytime someone asks. This is the Letitia you’ve loved from the start and you were glad to have her back.

“ Babyyyyyyyyy wake up I have a surprise planned for you “- Letitia laughs as she shakes you awake

“ I don’t want to get out of bed, and quiet down I don’t want Aria waking up , we trynna take our naps“ - You groaned

“ Aria isn’t here , I dropped her off at my mothers house. She’s staying the night because I have something special for you. “ - Letitia smiled

During these 2 years Letitia changed drastically. She was there for you and Aria 24/7 , her anger issues were pretty much non existent, She was 2 years sober from drinking. She cut off every person she’s slept with expect Eva because they started off best friends and you loved Eva she was a great Godmother to Aria.

You groaned

“ Alright alright fine , let me go shower. What am i wearing today ?” - You asked

“Something sexy”- Letitia smirked

You jokingly rolled your eyes and gave Letitia a quick kiss on the lips and walked into the bathroom.

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You finally finished blow drying your curly hair and was satisfied with the way you looked

You decided on wearing a gold dress with shoes to match

“ Mmm you look so good I could kiss you “- Letitia smirked

“ So do it “ - You teased

Letitia softly grabbed you by the chin and pulled you closer, your lips connected to hers like a magnet. At this moment nothing else mattered.

Her hands slid down from your face

to your arms

to your waist

This kiss felt like you guys were in Heaven. You were so weak in the knees for this woman. You craved her 24/7.

Her hands then slid down to your ass as she softly grabbed you.

You could help but moan in her mouth.

At this point y’all have been kissing for a few minutes and your lungs couldn’t take not having air anymore, so you gently pushed her away and licked your lips

“ Let’s go before we end up not going anywhere & I end up eating you out on this couch “ - You winked

“ I mean I wouldn’t stop you “ - Letitia grabbed you hand and guided you towards the couch

“ Nope we are going. I need to know what you have planned, I got woken up out my nap for this” - You giggled

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Letitia surprised you by taking you to a restaurant, but not just any restaurant it’s the exact restaurant she asked you to be her girlfriend for the first time.

She had gotten a private and secluded part of the restaurant so we could have less distractions from others.

She had set up the tables with your favorite flowers ( sunflowers ) , rose petals sprawled all over the floor and your favorite R&B playlist playing in the background.

“ I’m so lucky to have you. “ - You broke the comfortable silence

“ Actually i’m lucky to have you. I appreciate you so much y/n and i’m very grateful you gave me another chance to redeem myself. Im so lucky to have Aria too, that girl is my whole world and i’m grateful I can be there for her every moment“ - Letitia smiled

The moment she brought up Aria , it made you think about a question that’s been on your mind for a couple months.

Honestly you were ready for another baby. You and Letitia have spoken about it but the conversation just drifted off into another conversation. You knew Letitia wanted another baby but didn’t know when.

“ Hey pretty mama. Whatcha thinking about ?”- Letitia asked as she sipped her sparkling water

Before your brian could think of a lie you blurted out

“ Another baby”

Letitia choked on her water

“ Woah , I was not expecting that answer “ - she smiled

“ Do you not want another baby ?” - you questioned

“ I definitely want another baby. The other day i watched you hold your best friends baby and couldn’t help but imagine you with another one. Just thinking about Aria and you with a baby on your hip waiting for me to come home .”- Letitia sighed

“ Let’s go make a baby then ?”- You shrugged

“ You’re so bold today, maybe later I have the surprise to give you but first let me use the restroom. - Letitia jumped up and jogged out the room.

You sat and admired the flowers for a bit wondering what’s taking her so long to pee.

Before you could continue your thoughts the lights automatically dim.

“ Um ? Tish ?” - You stood up confused

Cause all of me loves all of you

Love your curves and all your edges

All your perfect imperfections

Then your all time favorite song starts playing.

All of Me by John Legend

Give your all to me, I'll give my all to you

You're my end and my beginning

Even when I lose, I'm winning

And that’s when the water works started. You watch as your girlfriend walked out with her hands behind her back

“ What are you doing this time ?” - You sniffled

She stood right in front of you and smiled

“ The moment I met you for the first time will always be one of the best memories in my life because it was the day my life changed. I remember you on the red carpet at the Black Panther premiere and I couldn’t take my eyes off you. That day I knew you had to be mine. “

You couldn’t help but smile.

“From that exact day we spent every minute together and I fell more and more in love with you. I loved having you by my side. I loved taking you to different places. I love how you always wanted to travel with me to promote my movie. You stuck by me through the toughest times in my life and I am forever grateful.

After months of being around each other I was so excited for to you meet my family because I knew my mother would love you. And I was absolutely right. Not sure if you know this but my mother and I watched how you played with my little sister and was in awe of how much of a kind person you are. My mother whispered to me “ you gotta marry this one, she’s a keeper “ From that day I knew you were the one I wanted to share every single moment of my entire life with.

That next day I made you my girlfriend and I couldn’t wait to show you off to the world. I remember putting in my story “ Incase you guys are wondering what’s making me so happy it’s this girl right here “ Man being with you made me so damn happy. So happy I proposed 3 months later.

“ That was the quickest I ever moved in a relationship “ - You laughed

Letitia couldn’t help but laugh with you.

Y/N , you encouraged me to get up every morning and do great things. You encouraged me to go out and have fun, to let loose. Ever since losing my brother it’s been so hard for me to be myself and not hide away from everyone. But you helped me come out of my shell and I’m the happiest i’ve ever been. You are truly my inspiration, my rock , my sun , my everything.

You stuck by me for so long even when I didn’t deserve you by my side. I did so much in life I regret. I made so many bad decisions to the point I lost you and our child, and till this day I still regret my decisions. I made sure if I wanted you both back in my life I had to change my ways. And i did just that. I took time away from everything to make sure I could be a good person not only to you or our baby but to myself. I’m extremely grateful for you giving me another chance even though sometimes I don’t think I deserve it. I love you so fucking much it hurts.

I am making a promise to do everything I can to be the perfect person for you and to be the wife you absolutely deserve. I will do everything in my power to make sure your beautiful smile never fades. God has given me the greatest and most precious gift I could ask for and I am so thankful. I am looking forward to the day when my last name will become yours again. And yes I did say again. I want our love and support to be even stronger this time.

You watched as she took a small step back

“ Y/N will you make me the luckiest woman on Earth. “

Your heart started beating so fast, it felt like it was gonna pop right out your chest.

Letitia got down on one knee

“Will you marry me ?”

You stood there in shock ? Because the love of your life was there in front of you with your dream ring.

The tears poured right out

“ YES YES A MILLION TIMES YES” - You squealed

Letitia slid the ring on your finger and picked you up in the tightest hug.

“ I love you do much baby “- You mumbled

“ I love you even more.”- she smiled

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On the car ride home you were beaming. You’ve waiting to experience this day again. You felt like a kid on Christmas getting a gift they’ve waited all year for.

You wondered why your phone was blowing up because you haven’t announced anything yet. You opened your eyes home and seen you received over hundreds of text messages , phone calls , notifications from different apps so you checked Instagram first and couldn’t help but smile

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kehlani - finally, happy for you both

evssofficial - YES YES !! been waiting for this one

letitiasbbygrl - IM SO HAPPY IM SCREAMING

lupitanyongo - proud of you tish , can’t wait for the wedding

shuriheartsriri - NO FLIPPING WAY. SHE DESERVES ALL HAPPINESS

You scrolled through the comments and were soo happy with all the positive comments , you turned off your phone and gave Letitia a kiss on the cheek.

“ I love you forever and always “ - you mumbled

“ And i love you to infinity and beyond “- Letitia answered back

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i finally finished lmaooooooo i changed the idea of this so many times , and im very thankful for how patient you guys have been. and thank you for showing Part One so much love.

I’m always open for some ideas you guys might have. Hope u enjoyed 💕

#shuri x reader #letitia wright #shuri x you #letitia x reader #shuri imagine #shuri udaku #wakanda forever #letitia wright shuri #letitia smut #black panther #married life

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Hello, we're not mutuals, but I've been a long-time follower of yours, and I've always associated you with New York. So today, when my job told me they're sending me on a mission there next month, I immediately thought of you haha. This is my very first time visiting. I am staying over a week, but I'll be working weekdays up until like 5 PM. If you have time, could you please recommend me some must do/see things in your opinion? Thank you 💕

this is so incredibly sweet and lovely!! taylor swift move over I'M NEW YORK CITY NOW BITCH!! kiddingggggg but i'm still so warmed by you saying that. I'd be happy to be your unofficial tour guide of sorts, and i'll give you a mix of places that you should definitely see since you haven't been before and some fun offbeat places that might not be first on tourism lists but i particularly love. You can peruse the list and pick and choose as you wish! No pressure to do anything of course and i won't be offended if things don't seem interesting to you. Also this is in no particular order, just how they popped into my brain haha.

Grand Central Station - one of my absolute favorite places in the city. It's a architectural marvel from a bygone era (literally we don't build them like this anymore) and is actually as stunning as in pictures! The teal vaulted ceiling painted and lit up with constellations from the night sky, the original chandeliers, the Tennessee marble floors. It's also a fully working transit hub so you'll get to feel the hustle and bustle of the city. Lots to eat here too if you want a bite, like the famed Oyster bar or something quick from the food hall in the basement, which isn't much to write home about but convenient and hardly ever crowded. There's also a bar off the side of the station that used to be the office of a very wealthy financier, called The Campbell. One of the most stunning bars and lounges in the city and if you time it right, you can enjoy a drink or a bite to eat without a huge crowd!

2. The Met (aka The Metropolitan Museum of Art) - my personal favorite museum in the entire world, although i am biased and used to live a few blocks from the steps so it might just be the museum i've been to the most lol. However, it's phenomenal in it's range of pieces and in how immersive the curators try to make each exhibit. Instead of putting objects in cases, they try to display them in the context with which they were used! The Arms and Armor hall is my FAVORITE with several suits of armor on horseback parading down the middle of the whole exhibit, and flags hanging from the balconies that each represent one of the knights of the round table!! i mean how COOL is that!! Also, a must see is the temple of dendur, obviously. moved so Egypt could build a dam in the area it resided, they gave it as a gift to Kennedy for the millions he allocated to help Egypt preserve their monuments. it was accepted on behalf of his wife Jackie, who then was instrumental in *ahem* suggesting quite forcefully to the presidential successor LBJ that it be put indoors and not outdoors (obviously). go to the Met who agreed to pay for an entire addition just for it. It just so happens that the addition they built to house the temple has floor to ceiling windows that look up into the very apartment on 5th Ave that Jackie was living in at the time. Whether you find that a burst of sentimentality for her late husband or hubristic, that's up to you, it's probably a bit of both, but i love that story as it gives the temple a fun bit of context. Another highlight is the furniture collection, which sounds boring but to display them the met recreated entire ROOMS from the eras the furniture is from, including a full transplant of the living room of one of Frank Llyod Wright's most famous homes!! and you can walk IN IT. (i could go on for days, as could you wandering this museum and all of it's fantastic collections)

3. Time's Square - which is loud and dirty and crowded and horrendous BUT is still pretty magical, especially if you've never been. My advice, go late at night if you can for smaller crowds and it just looks so damn cool all lit up, even I can't deny.

4. The West Village - broad i know, but i'm a huge advocate for walking around residential areas when you visit a city. something my mom taught us as kids and it's a great way to get a feel for how people actually live and not just the Disneyland areas. also it provides a bit of a sensory and energy break on your trip as most residential areas are mellow. This is one of the more lively areas, but you'll find yourself wandering around stunning colonial town homes and adorable shops. It's a bit grimy and crowded with NYU kids in some parts, even on weeknights, but i think it adds to the charm of it. It's a lived in neighborhood! Washington Square park is a fun little central area to people watch, but honestly sitting at a cafe table anywhere is really fun just to see people walk by, ranging from 80 year old hippies who have lived there for their entire lives to 18 year old kids who look like the coolest people i've ever seen in my life. Also, you'll always find a swiftie taking a photo under the cornelia st. sign, so if you want a little piece of swiftie new york, that's an easy one to get. (there's a section that is particularly grubby and awful that is a series of blocks below west 4th under Washington square park and above Houston st, bordered on the east and west by Broadway and 6th ave respectively. It's not horrible, but it's super crowded and the less charming chunk of the area for sure. however feel free to venture down there for some trendy food and interesting shops if you're feeling up for it! a fun little store that's cool to peruse is called Chess Forum where they host chess tournaments but also sell incredibly intricate themed chess sets! don't go out of your way, but if you're around, pop in and check it out for five or so minutes)

5. Statue of Liberty (including the ferry itself) - something that should be overrated but really isn't! It's genuinely cool, even to me who's lived here for so long and to my friends who are lifelong new yorkers. It's such a monument in the truest sense of the word and honestly, bigger than you expect. It's not that you think it's going to be small, just the mere fact of seeing something you've only seen in photos, your brain will just be shocked at how big it is. No need to go up in it, imo, but do what you want! I think the last ferries leave around 5 each day so if you can make it out of work a biiiiiit early one day, and you're nearby, you can catch it! Not a must do of course, but if you find the time, it's one of those few things in life i have found that is worth it. Also, the ferry to and from there is a bonus sightseeing element as you get GREAT views of the tip of manhattan! makes for some gorgeous photos and one of the lesser known tips is manhattan as seen by a boat is one of the best views you'll get. If you can't make it to the official ferry tour, here is a pro tip: take the Staten Island Ferry. i KNOW that sounds weird, but the route to Staten Island is pretty much the same as the Statue of Liberty tour route. You won't stop at the island to get off and see the statue, BUT you'll get very close to it! Why the Staten Island Ferry? Well it runs all hours of the day and night and it's FREEEEEE. You can just hop back on the returning ferry and get double the views! You can board the ferry in Manhattan at the tippy tip on the bottom right at Whitehall terminal. The second best view of Manhattan is......

6. Brooklyn Bridge - another great monument that is open to you 24 hours a day if you cannot get out of work early enough. Another architectural marvel (which i'm super into so apologies if you don't care about buildings lol) but also a true monument! You can walk across it at any time of day and be sure to turn around half way for a spectacular view of manhattan. my advice to you, as corny as it is, do NOT turn around until you get halfway at least. the contrast of walking away from the city and turning around and seeing it up close like that is really a delight. I always make people i go with do that and they hate me until they turn around and then they're begrudgingly happy they listened. Also, truly any time of day is great, but if you happen to do it at dusk on a lovely spring day, oooooo boy it's glorious. I have dozens of stories about the bridge, as it's one of my favorite stories in the entire history of the world (again biased sorry but it's SUCH A GOOD STORY) but two anecdotes i'll tell you. 1. the man who was supposed to build the bridge was the son of the man who designed it, and he had everything ready to go but got sick and bedridden shortly after starting. So, his wife, who had been studying engineering alongside him this entire time, was taught by her husband specifically about bridge engineering as he was bedridden for ten years. Over the course of that time, she eventually took over as Chief Engineer on site and technically is the person who oversaw and instructed the construction of the bridge, her husband never really setting foot on the project site. Her name is Emily Roebling and for her work, they awarded her the privilege of being the first person to cross the bridge on opening day, leading the parade. Also, there is a street named after her on the Brooklyn side near the bridge. 2. It was the largest suspension bridge ever built at that time and people were freaked out by it, thinking it would fall. To prove to the public how sturdy it was, Emily enlisted the help of the circus star P.T. Barnum (yes that Barnum) who brought 21 elephants, including his star Jumbo, to cross the bridge!

7. Broadway rush tickets - since you sound like you're traveling alone, or at least with a small group, broadway rush tickets will be very easy for you to get! You can look up the process online, there are lots of resources. It's the only way to see something cheap these days, and even then it might not be so cheap. I'm not a huge broadway person so I can't say what is particularly good or bad, but currently Stereophonic is a hot new show that seems really interesting! It's more dramatic and play-esque than your typical dazzling brassy musical, so if you're into that, check it out!

8. Top of the Rock - most people will send you to the empire state building to see skyscraper level views. and that's good too, but here's the thing, you're IN the empire state building.... so you can't SEE it. people don't think of this and walk away from their new york visit with no photos of the damn thing because they stood on it instead. Also, it's a fenced in balcony for.... obvious reasons and much more limited in scope. Top of the Rock is not only in the very cool rockafeller center, which is fun to walk around and admire, but you can see the empire state building while up there! Also, it has northern AND southern views, all at the same time on the roof deck, with glass walls. So you get no obstructions! It's also situated a bit further north so you get a fantastic view of central park sprawling north. It's open until midnight, so after work you can get some dazzling sunset views or glittering cityscape night views.

Some food recs:

Pizza: the most controversial of all, and sooooooo particular to each person's taste. Most pizza places on Best Of lists are great, you can't go wrong. Word of advice to you though: L'Industrie is great, but the lines are insane and it's not THAT worth it. However, if you want a typical "slice" then look no further than these two:

Joe's - the most accessible since it's all over the city, but is honestly the perfect slice imo. Which means there's not much to it in terms of frills, but that's what tourists seem to not understand. it's just a damn good slice. Crust perfect, crispy and not droopy, sauce to cheese ratio is perfect, sauce has a bit of flavor but not too much. I go for the cheese cuz i'm basic but the pep is great too! Don't get anything else. Carmine's is the original shop but any of the locations are great.

Scarrs - this is my ACTUAL favorite slice, however there's only one location and it's pretty out of the way. It's on the LES, which is a fun place to wander if you don't mind a bit of grit and grime. Again, super simple, but my man mills his OWN FLOUR so he can get the right ratio. as far as i know, nobody else in new york is doing that. Dough is also fermented, so it has the perfect amount of crisp, tang, and saltiness. Also, Scarr is afro-latino which is rare in the pizza world, but a welcome wakeup call to all the italian goombahs slinging mediocre pies. As always, get the plain cheese, but the hotboi is so fucking good, don't miss it. and get the honey on top!!

Bagels: Honestly, anywhere you go will have great bagels. I've gone into the shittiest looking dump and gotten a bagel better than outside the tristate area. (Yes the water is what makes it great, it's been proven and it makes the pizza great too).

Personally, my favorite is Tompkins Square Bagels as i lived next to it for many many years. Bagel purists shut upppppp i don't wanna hear it!! They churn out bagels pretty frequently so you're likely to get a hot one! DONT get it toasted, especially if its a fresh bagel. It'll be perfect on it's own, but do what you must to enjoy it. You MUST however get an everything bagel, scallion cream cheese is optional but it's highly recommended. If they have it, the french toast bagel is wild and kind of sacrilegious, but soooooo fucking good if it's warm. get plain or if you wanna develop diabetes, birthday cream cheese if they got it.

Russ & Daughters - an absolute knockout place, both the storefront/bagel shop and the restaurant. It's incredibly stylized to evoke old school LES bagel counters of yore, but the quality is unmatched. There is usually a line, so i don't really emphasize this as a MUST GO place, as new yorkers don't wait in lines lol. But weekdays you might fare better! If you're a lox person, this is the place to get your bagel and lox. (i'm not, which is blasphemous to my jewish family, but i won't turn down one from Russ and Daughters).

Gonna list my other favs here just so you have some in other neighborhood: Baz Bagels (LES), Murray's Bagels (WV), Apollo Bagels (EV), H&H (UES), Orwashers (UES & UWS), Tal Bagels (various locations).

Other Food spots that i like that are pretty classic new york food!

Daily Provisions - get the BEC (bacon, egg, & cheese) to feel like a real new yorker. it's one of the more gourmet versions, but my god it's a good one. also, go early as you can to snag a cruller. one of the BEST doughnuts in the city.

Magnolia Bakery - GO ONLY FOR THE PUDDING. the cupcakes are mid as hell, you can feel the sugar granules in the frosting, not great. Their signature banana pudding is fantastic though, and if the seasonal one sounds good to you, grab that too! they offer very small sizes so you can try both, or a big tub if you want.

Veselka - another spot i kind of am biased about because i lived near it, but it's a CLASSIC new york haunt that doesn't exist anymore for the most part elsewhere. It's a Ukrainian diner from 50s, and has typical diner food and service, but the pierogis are the star here. Any kind, go nuts. Open 24/7 and always filled with NYU kids, but still retains that city-that-never-sleeps charm somehow.

Pastrami Queen - for.... a pastrami on rye sandwich lol if that wasn't clear. Most people will send you to Katz, which is fine! It's not what it used to be, but it is a very cool experience. The pastrami is still good, and the matzoball soup is good. Knish's are a little greasy for my taste though. Best pastrami though imo is at Pastrami Queen. one on UES and one on UWS (plus a location in the new moynihan train hall) so it's not super easy to get to, but i highly rec it.

Parm - now this is my biggest cheat rec. new yorkers will read this and go, pfffft who cares about Parm? Well, i'll tell you why. You might have heard of the famed rigatoni alla vodka from carbone, which is good! but not worth the hassle of going to carbone. You CAN get it at Parm though, which is much easier to get into, cheaper, and more relaxed. They have several locations and the rest of the menu is really solid! Meatballs are great, garlic bread is fantastic, and the italian sandwich is wonderful. They've always had the rigatoni on the menu for those that knew, but only recently has the secret got out and so they changed the name to say "carbone rigatoni alla vodka." Don't go out of your way, but for a trendy new york dish you can brag about, that's a little tip from me to you.

Peter Pan Donuts and Pastry shop - LITERALLY MY FAVORITE PLACE EVER ok it is just a 50's style donut counter, and yes it is in greenpoint which makes it almost impossible to get to. HOWEVER if you manage to make it out there, you're in for a treat. Any doughnut you get is fantastic, and the pretty green interior and counters are so delightful to sit and enjoy as you get frosting/powdered sugar all over yourself. i try not to hype this place up cuz i don't want it to be even more popular than it is with locals, but for you anon i'll let you have it.

Xi'an Famous Food - a great hand-pulled and hand ripped noodle chain that is somehow still pretty authentic despite it's many locations. Great lunch spot for while you work, which most of these recs aren't lol. If the menu is overwhelming, i rec N1 and N2, or N9 if you don't love spice.

Morgansterns Ice Cream - also something you can't really go wrong with all of the Best Of lists. but this one is my absolute fav. Their traditional flavors are all exceptionally creamy and delicious, but they always have wild flavors on deck! You can't sample them, so getting a scoop is a commitment, but for fun, pick a wild one that you think you'd like and dive in. They're great at balancing flavors and making it actually delicious, not just shocking instagram fodder, so you might surprise yourself!

Los Tacos No. 1 - another trendy place that is actually worth the hype. There might be lines here as well but they move quickly, and there are many locations! A great lunch spot to grab some quick tacos, and one of the first in the city to bring al pastor to the masses. If you're mexican or come from the southwest, you might be underwhelmed or skip it altogether. but for new york, this is a shockingly fantastic mainstream taco place, and more authentic than you'd get most places.

Other than those big things, my recommendation to anyone visiting is to wander! Everything below the 80s is pretty safe, despite what you hear. The financial district shuts down daily after about 6/7 pm so avoid that for evenings mainly because it's boring. If you see something in a store, pop in! Also this list is particularly New York Staples, but it's one of the most racially and ethnically diverse places in the world. Seriously. any kind of food you want, it's here, and it's made by someone from that exact country/community. A quick google and you'll probably find whatever you're looking for.

I hope you have an amazing trip and no pressure to do anything you don't want to, honestly! Pick the things that interest you and go with your gut. It's a bottomless city and there's no definitive list of things that make it a New York Trip. Locals will tell you one thing and ex-pats will tell you another and transplants will tell you something completely different. It has something for everyone, but not everything is for everyone, is what I like to tell people. The city is YOUR playground, so do whatever you want! Just make sure to tip your drivers and servers generously and ALWAYS walk at a steady pace and on the right side of the sidewalk. ❤️

#this is a mess of things so i hope its helpful #and i hope you don't hate everything on here akldfjalsdkfjf #i tried to keep it varied but ya never know #some people come here and hate everything so lol what can you do #also sorry i took so long #but i wanted to make sure i had a good list of stuff! also i ramble as you already know if you've followed me for a long time hahaha

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jaggedwolf · 7 months

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Ace Attorney ficlets

uh spoilers for AA4, AA5 and AAI2 I guess, in that order

Awakening

The last person Mia expects to see walk into her hospital room is Phoenix Wright.

The doctor explained to her the circumstances of her injury and subsequent coma. He'd done it with the kind of patient benevolence that would have infuriated Mia, if it weren't for the aching of her body and the wall calendar saying 2022.

She expected Maya, maybe. They said they'd call her, when Mia's first words upon awakening were just her sister's name repeated, but Maya must be the Kurain Master by now, busy and far away. She hadn't expected to see the boy she'd defended, the man whose career she'd only so briefly touched.

Phoenix stares at her. There's a stupid-looking blue beanie in his hands. "Hey, Chief."

"They don't care about you"

The beauty of dressing as brilliantly and as boldly as Klavier does, is that it is child's play to navigate even Los Angeles without drawing attention. The people expect the purple jacket, the Gavinner necklace, the styled blond hair.

He has given it to them recently enough. Last week, even. He roared into the concert venue's parking lot on his favorite blood-red motorcycle, to thunderous cheering and eye-watering camera flashes. Dozens of autographs granted. A few soundbites. He played the — what was it the Fraulein Detective called him — ja, yes, the glimmerous fop to a tee, a loose smile as he ignored the few questions about the Misham trial. Most of the media understood the deal. If they accepted that Klavier the lawyer would not answer their questions, they would get as much of Klavier the performer as they wanted.

Not as much that night. He was there to lend publicity, not steal it. The Gavinner's opener from that last peformance with Lamiroir had had their own tour derailed from the murder case. Attending their concert was the least Klavier could do. Not a hardship, to be surrounded by music and people who paid no attention to murder trials, even ones as big as Kristoph’s.

Today, Klavier dons a disguise. A baggy blue windbreaker that hides his excellent figure, his necklace, chain and rings absent, topped off with an inspired final touch, if he says so himself. A plain black beanie, all of his hair stuffed and twisted within it. He even abandons the motorcycle.

His ride is a beat-up car, picked up from an out-of-the way garage. He drives for an hour or so, strip mall after strip mall and yellowed hill after yellowed hill passing him by on the highway, the telephone wires and billboards blending together. His head grows warm. The car is too quiet.

He opens a window. Leaves the radio untouched. The beanie stays on.

The prison’s parking lot is mostly empty, and when he passes his ID to the guard, the woman barely blinks. All part of the routine.

Not part of the routine is the guard returning within five minutes to say that Kristoph will see him. Klavier stumbles out of his plastic seat so fast that he almost trips. Kristoph never sees him. Klavier has made the drive every week since his return to LA. He’s been turned away every time.

Perhaps Kristoph’s final collapse in court has brought about a change of heart. Unlikely. Yet an opening is an opening, and is meant to be pursued.

Solitary Cell 13 is as plush as it appeared in Wright’s video. Plusher, possibly. Kristoph sits in the floral pink armchair with crossed arms. As Klavier steps closer to the cell bars, a small smile grows on Kristoph’s face.

“Come to boast of your victory?” Kristoph looks as put together as ever. “You always were a sore winner, Klavier. It doesn’t suit you.”

“I wouldn’t call it my victory.” Klavier points out the inaccuracy before Kristoph can. “I lost the Misham trial. I didn’t prosecute your case.” He watched from the gallery as Prosecutor Debeste brought the trial to its final conclusion.

“It’s good to know the limits of your abilities,” says Kristoph. The corner of his eye twitches. “I would invite you in, but I am no longer trusted with that privilege.”

“I prefer the view out here,” says Klavier. The hallway light flickers above him, a crackling that catches his ears’ attention and will not let go of it.

“Weren’t you listening? You don't get to choose,” snaps Kristoph. His gaze narrows. “Why are you here?”

For the first time, Klavier understands his brother. As neat as his hair is and as pressed as his suit is today, Kristoph will always appear to him as he did at the end of the Misham trial. A pathetic, cruel man, with no allies and no escape.

The purpose of Kristoph’s question then, is plain to any lawyer who’s been in court. A trap.

Klavier walks into it. “You’re my brother.”

Satisfaction sparks in Kristoph’s eyes, and Klavier is brought back to a distant memory, of his mother cooing over the similarity of the brothers’ eyes, over a teenage Kristoph’s disgruntled objection that their eyes were different colors.

Kristoph tilts his head. “Does that mean something to you now?”

“It has always meant something to me,” answers Klavier. More honesty. More fodder for his brother.

“I find that hard to believe,” says Kristoph, an edge creeping into his voice, “given the way you offered me up to the slaughter.” He laughs.

Klavier loathes that laugh. In a few months, he will never hear that laugh again. Sooner, if Kristoph decides so.

“And your attire,” continues Kristoph, “is even more ridiculous than usual. Are you taking tips from Wright?”

Kristoph glares at Klavier’s beanie with more passion than Klavier himself has felt for any article of clothing. It hadn’t been intentional, but as with music, who is to say where one’s influences came from?

“Perhaps,” says Klavier.

“Wright.” Kristoph spits the name. “Don’t be naive. They don’t care about you.”

“What?”

“Phoenix Wright. Apollo Justice. Trucy Wright. That detective.” The growl in Kristoph’s throat grows with every sentence, and Klavier finds himself distantly grateful that Skye's name has escaped Kristoph’s notice. “None of them care for you. You were nothing more than a tool for a trial already planned.”

“Oh,” says Klavier. He shrugs. “I’m aware.”

“You—what?” Kristoph rears back as if he were slapped.

“Do you think it was sentiment that moved me?” Klavier steps closer. “A worthy adversary in court. A teenage fan. A man I got disbarred. A capable if distracted subordinate. Did you think I cared more for them than you? I thought you were cleverer than that, ja?”

Kristoph’s mouth moves, but no sound emerges.

Klavier has a dazzling smile, one that breaks the hearts of men and women around the world, one that can make the peak of a guitar solo even higher, one that photographs beautifully. He flashes it. “At the end of the day, Kristoph, all of us are tools. Of each other, of the system, of the truth. The past year has taught me that much.”

“Caring about me,” says Klavier, “is not something I expect of them. Or ever will, I think.”

“It’s time for you to go,” says Kristoph, a venomous look in his eyes. Of all the points in their conversation to upset him so, Klavier had not anticipated this one. Kristoph raises his voice. “Guard!”

“I will be back next week,” says Klavier, though his brother must already know that. “Do you have any food requests? I assume the guards will permit it, given your cell.”

“I can get anything I want here.” Kristoph’s expression grows more spiteful. “Your assistance is unnecessary.”

“You have always been good at going after what you wanted.” Klavier laughs. He raises his hand to run it through his hair, only to run into his beanie. He skims his fingertips against the top edge of the brim, well-aware that Kristoph has cataloged the mistake.

The guard arrives to escort him out. As he turns to leave, Klavier adds, “I learned that from watching you.”

For your own good

"Athena, have you found Aura's-"

"No," says Athena, her voice distant.

The headphones are so light. That's Athena's first thought, when she picks them up from the mess of a desk drawer. Her second is that her hands are so big around each of them. Had her head really been that small?

"What?" says Simon's voice. "Oh."

When Athena looks up, she thinks: You're standing too far away.

He's back by the lab window, his hands behind his back as a look of surprise crosses his face. They're used to each other in court, she swears, a flurry of "Objection!"s and "Silence!"s, a case and the truth on the line. Here in this lab that belongs to neither of them but is undeniably theirs, Athena is reminded of all those times Simon casually patted her head as he walked by, or the few occasions she'd dared to tug on his sleeve to ask him something.

She makes a face. It'd be weird for any of that to happen now. She doesn't want it to. But she does want to be friends with Simon. She stomps over to him so he can actually see the stupid headphones.

Simon frowns. "I thought I cleaned it off and left it with you."

"Mom always kept extras in the lab." Athena shrugs. "In case I forgot them upstairs." Her eyes dart to the photo of her mother on Aura's desk. "I'm surprised she didn't throw them all away."

Simon opens his mouth, and then shuts it, apparently thinking better of what he was about to say. Athena spins one of the headphones around her index finger, letting it go round after round before catching it in her palm.

It's funny. As a kid, Athena liked Aura more than Simon. Simon was new and talked way too loudly and spent so much time with her mom using words she didn't understand. Her mom left conversations with him using even more of those words. Athena didn't enjoy one of the few voices she could stand being taken from her that way.

Aura liked and knew how to explain her robots to anyone, even Athena and often Junie. And sure, sometimes Aura got into moods where she'd spend hours on her robots, with Mom saying she didn't want to be disturbed, but Athena understood that. She hid from people so often herself. It wasn't like now, every person an opportunity for discovery, a potential puzzle to be probed and resolved. Back then, people's voices bled straight into her heart with no interpretation to mediate, a flood of warring emotions, false faces, lies to themselves. Retreating to the lab to scrawl out a drawing felt so much better. Mom and Aura had never minded.

Athena wanders over to where they've organized all the other stuff they've found. "We can toss these into the throw pile."

She's halfway through digging through the rest of the mess in drawer when-

"The headphones were to help you," says Simon suddenly, from his own messy corner.

"I know," snaps back Widget, before Athena can. She doesn't hate them. She's just not that little kid who needs them anymore.

When she looks at Simon, there's a tension around his eyes, as if he needs Athena to understand this. As if he hadn't already said this in court. As if it's important he says it outside of court too.

Maybe it is, Athena thinks, remembering all those hours that his sister and her mother spent working together here, spinning up ideas that had nothing to do with space travel. She shifts the headphones to a different pile, the one for unfinished projects that other engineers might pick up. "Maybe they can help someone else."

Simon opens his mouth. Pauses. This time he charges ahead, saying, "She wanted you to see the world, you know." His words are slow. He's reluctant to betray her mother's confidence, all these years later. "She hoped that your ability could be a gift to you, not a curse. That you wouldn't have to spend years trapped here. Or anywhere."

Every word is wrapped in a thin layer of fear.

Athena wants to scream. She wants to yell at him again for what he did, to ask him if her mother's words were why he did it, if it was worth what has become of his sister.

Instead, she grins, holding out her hand in a peace sign. "I've been to so many countries, Prosecutor Blackquill. Way more than you!" She takes a step back towards the desk, and then turns back to point at him. "What was the most annoying thing about my mom as a mentor?"

"What?" Simon looks grievously offended. It makes him look years younger. "Your mother was an excellent mentor."

"There had to be something you didn't like. Anything. You have to tell me, you know."

He squints. "I'll....think on it. I doubt there is anything."

"Think harder! Come up with something before I'm done with this drawer." Athena dives back in.

Beauty

It's unusual of him, Miles knew, to have disclosed his history with Wright to Kay. There were too many possible causes to fault. That Kay was an adult, for long enough that she'd stopped reminding him of that fact. That they were thousands of miles away from Los Angeles - her on a grand tour of Europe for purposes he'd prefer not to hear about, him studying yet another law system in yet another country. That halfway through pouring small glasses of scotch from the bottle kept in his desk, he realized it was Von Karma's favorite kind.

That Wright's latest email revealed little and accepted even less.

Kay leaned back against his desk next to him. She gestured with her glass, the liquid sloshing dangerously within it. Kay spoke before Miles could encourage some restraint. "Mr. Edgeworth! That's so beautiful, your friend would make a very good thief. Not as good as me, of course."

"I-" Miles sputtered. He reached up to place his own empty glass on the desk behind him. "A thief? How does that make any sense?"

Kay gulped down more scotch. When she grimaced at the taste and tried to hide it, Miles couldn't help but think of the first time Franziska had drank with him and Von Karma. He'd never seen Franziska drink whiskey since Von Karma's arrest, only the occasional pilsner.

(He tried to remember if his father had drank.

Miles could ask Mr. Shields.

Miles wouldn't.)

The comparison with Franziska was dismissed from his mind when Kay passionately clenched her fist to her chest, her eyes softening.

"Von Karma stole you," explained Kay with unwarranted confidence - perhaps he shouldn't have poured her that second glass - and she turned towards him, "and Mr. Wright stole you back!"

"It's not theft when it's a person..."

It seemed there would be no end to the thief metaphors. Or the Jammin' Ninja metaphors, for Kay then deemed it necessary to compare their past to some absurd plotline from that inferior show, casting Wright as the Ninja and Miles as Princess Misola. Ridiculous. Wright had no knack for music.

Furthermore, there was a Steel Samurai storyline from three years ago that fit the situation far better.

The conversation drifted to which European countries they've both been to and which they haven't, Miles grateful that Kay either forgot to or declined to ask what happened with Wright next. He had no intention of spreading the news of the man's disbarment. A disbarment he knows must be unwarranted.

Yet the few emails he'd sent to Wright had been met with nothing more than polite bemusement, casual acceptance of the end of a career and mentions of that new daughter.

If Wright needed him in the courtroom again, Miles would be on a plane tonight. If Wright was in the hospital again, Miles would be on a plane tonight. But Wright's emails were clear. Wright had no need of him, and so Miles had no right to interfere.

Stole you back, Kay had said. Thieves, as did most criminals, cared little for what their rights were.

Miles Edgeworth was no thief. He was a prosecutor, through and through.

I owe Wright too much, thought Miles, his chest warm from the alcohol, to be the one to steal him.

"It's broken"

“I spy an incongruity between our victim and these surroundings. The full autopsy report might offer an explanation, of course, but…Sebastian. What do you think explains it?”

Sebastian had heard the last question a lot ever since he started shadowing Mr. Edgeworth. Usually, it meant Mr. Edgeworth already knew the answer to his question, and wanted to see if Sebastian could figure it out on its own. Maybe he’d already solved the entire case in his head? No, Sebastian reminded himself, Mr. Edgeworth doesn’t like wasting time. If he had solved the case, he’d be storming into the coroner’s office by now.

His conducting baton flexed between his hands, Sebastian considered the question. The victim was a middle-aged man dressed in a fancy-looking tuxedo, the kind Pops hated wearing, but the body was lying in a shabby studio apartment that was smaller than the garage of Pops’ house. My house.

He shook off the thought. Mr. Edgeworth was still waiting for an answer, his arms crossed as he stared at Sebastian. Sebastian would’ve thought it a glare, but he’d learned over the past few months that Mr. Edgeworth’s face was just like that.

An answer came forth. The victim didn’t live here…which means someone moved the body here….maybe the killer? The killer lives here, and was interrupted. Yes, that must be it! Sebastian opened his mouth.

He closed it. He reminded himself that he couldn’t trust his first guess. His gaze traveled to the victim’s face, and then to the pictures stuck to the fridge, the bills on the table, and the shoes by the door. “He lived here. There are photographs of him on the fridge in that scarf that’s on the couch.”

“Hmm,” said Mr. Edgeworth.

Sebastian pressed on, “I-I don’t think the outfit is his. The shoes are too big. I think someone either lent him the clothes, or dressed him after he died. Maybe the second one, because there isn’t blood anywhere other than on his clothes.”

“We haven’t looked under the body yet,” pointed out Mr. Edgeworth, and Sebastian winced. Mr. Edgeworth continued, “However, in essence, I’ve arrived at the same conclusion.”

Sebastian straightened up, pleased. A loud CRACK! erupted between his hands, and sudden pain whipped across his chin. He staggered back. Two sticks dropped from his hand. Two? But—

He dropped to his knees, grabbing one of the pieces of his baton. It was the bottom half, a sharp edge across it that explained the throbbing of his chin. He’d bent it too hard. Stupid. He needed to find the other half. It’s from Pops, I can’t lose it.

“Sebastian,” said Mr. Edgeworth, suddenly next to him and not across the room. When did that happen? Mr. Edgeworth’s hand hovered over his shoulder. “Sebastian, you’re bleeding.”

“It’s broken,” said Sebastian, tears welling up in his eyes. Mr. Edgeworth looked confused, and Sebastian realized how stupid he sounded. He stuck his hand under the couch, relieved when he felt the other half of his baton. He showed both pieces to Mr. Edgeworth, and tried to explain. “I don’t want to laminate—I mean, contaminate, the crime scene.”

Mr. Edgeworth’s gaze dropped down to the pieces in his hands. Sebastian didn’t like the way Mr. Edgeworth’s forehead tensed up, as if he were solving a crime scene.

“A well-founded concern,” said Mr. Edgeworth. “To that end, Detective Gumshoe should be able to assist you with that injury. He is well-supplied with band-aids, given his own mishaps.”

Sebastian nodded, jumping to his feet. “I’ll be right back.”

He fiddled with the broken pieces of his baton in his pocket while waiting for the elevator. He’d only ever had the one baton. He didn’t even know it could break. Of course my idiot son found the one way to break it, says Pops’ voice. Maybe he could find out where Pops had gotten this one? Justine would help. More tears came.

No, retorted a part of Sebastian, that’s enough. He blinked hard. He—he didn’t need a stupid baton to prosecute. Especially not one from him. He needed to stop reacting to every little thing like this.

Pops had alternated between floods of tears and fires of rage, leaving Sebastian and everyone else in suspense as to which mood was next. Sebastian had meant what he’d told Mr. Edgeworth. He wasn’t going to be like his father. If he wanted to be like another prosecutor, he wanted to be like Mr. Edgeworth. He wanted to be even better than Mr. Edgeworth.

And Mr. Edgeworth didn’t cry.

Sebastian stepped into the elevator, and swallowed down his tears.

#some old ones and some whumptober stuff #ace attorney #mia fey #mia and phoenix #klavier gavin #kristoph and klavier #athena cykes #athena and simon #miles edgeworth #edgeworth and kay #sebastian debeste #gay lawyers #edgeworth and sebastian #aa ficlets

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In Justice We Trust (144638 words) by thesavagesabretooth

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With Simon Blackquill and Athena Cykes assigned as their psychologists, the Phantom and Fulbright must grapple with their identity, their deeds, their future, and their love for the twisted samurai whom they betrayed. All the while, Edgeworth and Wright find their relationship tested as they walk the narrow path between pursuing real justice, and the dark age of the law.

December 25, 5:20 pm

So it's real. It's all real. I really am Bobby Fulbright.

It certainly puts a fresh perspective on things.

Halbicht was lost in their own thoughts as they followed Simon, Agent Ash, and Apollo justice out of the room to give Metis Cykes and her daughter a few minutes of privacy.

Agent Ash was fixing her makeup thoughtfully as she walked out of the room.

“...I’d heard about it, I’d always had a little faith in the supernatural, but seeing it firsthand like that…” She whistled. “...We’ll have to have the girl try to channel Kelso, see what happens to our suspect….or at least see if she can recognize a spirit inside someone.”

Simon was still drying his eyes with the back of his sleeve. Robert grabbed his arm to stop him, and pressed the handkerchief from his pocket into Simon's hand.

"Here, Prosecutor Blackquill."

"Thank you, detective," he murmured. He dabbed his eyes with the cloth. "That was… a powerful experience. Ash-dono, I am sure that our young medium will be able to help in some way at least."

"Yeah…." Apollo murmured. He stumbled, and caught himself on the wall. Halblicht watched him closely. He seemed disoriented. "I'm gonna go uh, I gotta– I'll be in the restroom."

As he limped off without waiting for an answer, they followed him with their gaze.

It was a shocking experience for anybody, I guess, Bobby mused.

Perhaps. At least the matter between us is settled. Of your reality at least.“I hope so.” Sheila watched Apollo slip away with a quiet expression of concern, and a murmured “poor kid” before she went back to applying her makeup. A nervous habit, maybe, given the way her smile seemed forced.

“I’m sure she can. The Small Medium at Large has quite the kick.” she looked up at Simon. “...you gonna be okay? Seeing someone you care about back from the dead…it’s..” she went back to applying her lipstick before she murmured “gotta be one hell of a trip.”

"A hell of a trip indeed, Ash-dono!" Simon barked a laugh, and Halblicht found the prosecutor suddenly half draped on their arm. Surprised, they put it around his shoulders to steady him.

"Easy there, sir," Bobby murmured. He was almost overwhelmed himself, tears threatening to spill from his eyes just in sympathy and stress at the whole event, but Robert helped hold on to him.

A regular conga line of emotional support, Robert thought dryly.

“I wouldn’t know. People I watch die? Stay dead.” Ash drawled with a dry laugh and a smirk “...except Kelso, perhaps.”

She snapped her compact shut and shoved it in her pocket. “You look like you’re about to fall over. I could get you a chair…though Detective Prime Time’s doing an admirable job.”

"I'm happy to help in any way that I can, Agent Ash," Bobby promised with a sad smile. "If you'd like to faint, I can happily catch you."

“Very tempting, Prime Time.” She laughed, pushing her hand through her hair with the old wolfish grin “Watch out, I might take you up on it.”

"Thankfully, I have two arms, ma'am!" he saluted with his free one, to demonstrate. Bobby was riding high on the emotional power of his own confirmed reality, and Robert was swimming in the backwash. Too much so to even protest his silly behavior.

Simon came through for him however. "You're ridiculous as always, Fool Bright." He sniffed into the handkerchief. "This is hardly the time for your witless shenanigans."

“Ah, and there goes my classic tv- faint.” Sheila sighed performatively, and instead dropped herself against the wall “I’d say we all earned the right to laugh while we can.”

"Well, our ghost of honor was certainly laughing I suppose," Simon admitted.

"You made it sound like she was always like that," Bobby commented, curious.

"Oh yes. She always had a very dark sense of humor. Perhaps some of it rubbed off on me."

“A woman after my own heart.” Ash put her hand to her chest “she was a big influence on you, Samurai?”

"The biggest of my life," he said. "Especially if you include the film library that she shared with me."

"Ah! So that's where your love of the samurai comes from, Prosecutor Blackquill?" Bobby beamed at him.

"It reinforced the latent urge, I'm sure," he drawled.

“Ahhhh….” Sheila snickered “it awakened the soul of the samurai in yo—-- no I can’t finish that sentence!”

She broke out laughing in another fit as the door to the private room Athena and Metis had entered opened, and a tear-stained but smiling Athena came slowly walking out with the ‘Small Medium at Large’ trailing behind her.

Bobby snapped to a salute. "Ms. Athena! And Ms. Fey– thank you very much for helping us."

"No problem!" Pearl snapped a salute back to him with a little smile, but Bobby could tell that she looked tired.

Do you think channeling a spirit is draining for her, Bobby? I've never noticed a problem like that between you and I– except accounting for the normal level of exhausted you make me.

Aw, Robert! But um, no, it seems like you're right.

"Are the pair of you alright?" Bobby asked.

Athena wiped at her eyes.

“Y-yeah. I just had to get some stuff off my chest. It was nice to speak with her again. She looked over her shoulder. “...thanks Pearl. It meant the world to me.”

"Of course, Miss Athena! Any time!" Pearl chirped out, despite her obvious fatigue.

"We'll have to plan that party for when Aura is out of jail," Simon drawled. He leaned against Bobby's arm, seemingly unconcerned with disentangling himself for now. Bobby certainly wasn't going to push him away.

"So…" the young medium asked. "What's next? Confirming possessions, right?"

“I’d say…” Athena looked at the two of them with a half smile and a wave. She’d gone a little flushed, but seemed, admittedly, happy in their direction.

“That’s right, Small Medium at Large.” Agent Ash purred. “...but you look tired, hon. You think you can push through?”

"I'm okay!" She nodded. "Seeing ghosts doesn't take energy the way that channeling them does. I can just… you know… see them. So as long as you trust my judgment, we're all set!"

Bobby and Robert were not unaware that Pearl had glanced rather significantly in their direction as she spoke.

“After that display? I’ll trust you to the ends of the earth, kid.” Sheila laughed, glancing sidelong at Robert and Bobby. “Do you boys need confirmation? Or should I take Pearl here to lockup?”

“Oh ah…and to Mr. Apollo.” Athena whispered to her– though in the empty hall it was easy to hear.

"Why don't we hear from Ms. Fey– just for the official paperwork, so to speak," Robert said. He glanced between the medium and Simon.

Wait– did she just say Apollo? Bobby blinked internally in surprise– though it may have shown on their face.

So she did.

That's not a joke? But why would he…

"Why not indeed," Simon nodded.

Pearl chewed on her thumb, and nodded. "Uhuh. I can say for sure. I noticed it right away when I came in to breakfast at the hotel this morning. I was gonna ask Miss. Athen about it."

Athena slapped her hands on her cheeks in surprise. “OH! woah, I guess we had the same idea! We were gonna come find you about it…that…”

Simon said nothing, but favored Halblicht with a rather smug smirk

"Thank you for the confirmation, Ms. Fey," Bobby sniffled. "It means a lot."

Athena glanced at them with a muted but genuine smile “...yeah , that makes a lotta sense. And…And for Apollo?”

Pearl chewed on her fingertips.

"Um…Should I wait until–" She paused as Halblicht heard the sound of footsteps coming around the corner.

It was Apollo Justice returning.

His hair's wet, Robert observed.

Maybe staring at his face in the mirror and splashing it, Bobby suggested. I know the feeling.Athena nervously tugged her ponytail with a bright smile his way. “Hey ah…Apollo? Did…did you want to hear what Pearl had to say?”

Apollo shrugged stiffly. His whole body posture was tense. "I already heard the answer from Trucy last night. I don't have any reason to doubt it now."

While Apollo didn't specifically say yes or no, the answer was obvious. If there wasn't a ghost, there was nothing to tell him. But he'd been told. Therefore.

But what ghost?

Robert– it has to be Clay Terran.

Ah.

Halblicht and Apollo's eyes met.

Simon, meanwhile, shifted his posture. "You as well, Mr. Justice?"

Apollo shrugged.

Athena clapped her hands together with a bright smile and an attempt at levity. “Today’s a rare kind of day huh? Possessions popping out of the wordwork, it’s like spirit week! Hah…haha..”

"Yeah, um, it's actually kind of been freaking me out," Pearl murmured, still chewing on her thumb. "It was super weird to see it with Apollo, but then with Mr. Halblicht too? Like, no offense Miss Agent Ash but if I see a third possessed person today, I might do a little scream."

“Whoopsie.” Sheila laughed as she leaned over and rustled Pearl’s hair. “Scream as much as you need to, Small Medium at Large– because I might have a dead agent I need you to ID just over there.” She gestured towards the hall that lead to the holding cells.

Pearl nodded, and rolled up her sleeves. "Lead me to 'em!"

"That does bring up a rather odd question, though," Simon said. "Why so many ghosts? Why these ghosts?"

"Maybe we should confirm Kelso one way or the other before we ask that question," Robert said.

She's got to be possessed though, right? How else would she know all about Kelso?

I have no idea, but I don't like jumping to conclusions.

December 25, 5:45 pm

Only Agent Ash and Pearl went into the cell with the captured asset, and that left Simon standing outside with Athena, Halblicht, and Apollo.

Surrounded by ghosts on all sides. Not what I expected when I started the morning.

He felt a little bad for Athena– he knew his emotions were everywhere, and he was sure that she could sense it. From the joy of the reunion and revelation with Bobby– and Robert– to the accompanying joy and sorrow of the brief reunion with his mentor. To confusion at this newest strange revelation with Apollo.

The girl didn’t look unhappy…she had a small and muted little smile on her face like she’d worn once upon a time…but she did look tired. The emotional bombardment of the day had clearly taken its toll.

She wasn’t projecting as much outward ‘energy’ as she leaned on the wall and watched the door with concern and curiosity.

He couldn't blame her. He didn't know if this day, or the 20th, or that day so many years ago was the most overwhelming day of their lives– but it was a close race no matter which.

They all stood quietly. No one seemed ready to start a conversation, not even Bobby. Perhaps Bobby least of all, for once

There'd be time to talk later. At least Apollo– or Clay, it seemed– hadn't assaulted him again.

Eventually, the cell door opened, and Agent Ash and Pearl Fey emerged.

Pearl held her hands up, and in a very small, deliberately indoor voice, spoke out a scream. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!"

“....Oh.” Athena put her hand to her cheek “I guess that answers that question.”

Sheila walked out with a furrowed brow and a forced smile as she let the door slam behind her. She raised her hands up, and echoed the medium’s sentiment with an “Arrrgh’ of her own.

“This is going to be the worst, strangest paperwork of my life…. And I had to write entire fake family trees.”

Simon touched his chin thoughtfully. "Just how does one do the paperwork on this? And I reiterate, why in heaven's name is this happening? Not that I'm complaining."

"I wish I knew," Pearl squeaked.

Athena bit her lip.

“...I can’t speak for Apollo’s situation, but I have a working theory on Halblicht and …ah..” She gestured to the door, “... Kelso24.”

Sheila rubbed her temples. “...whatever’s going on, it’s utter madness. Three ghosts all wrapped up in the same damned interpol investigation. Maybe more! Who knows who else is packing! At least it means Agent Kelso isn’t…gone? But still!”

Pearl nodded. "I'm sorry I don't have much more information. I really only know a lot about ghosts from the perspective of the Kurain tradition. So mostly when it comes to possessed people I only know how to, you know… get rid of them."

"Kindly don't do any of that at this point, Fey-dono," Simon said quickly. He pushed down the sting of panic that accompanied the thought of someone banishing Bobby, now, after everything.

December 25, 5:55 pm

Athena watched Bobby move a reassuring hand to Simon's shoulder as he replied to Pearl.

"Yeah," Apollo murmured in agreement. "Not right now."

“Yeah…” Sheila held her hands up. “I’d rather we don’t. Frankly, I think this whole thing necessitates a change of plans regarding Miss 24.”

Athena bit her lip, her hand going to her chest. She didn’t chime in out loud, but…she couldn’t help but agree with Simon. The thought of banishing the spirits only sent pings of worry and sadness through her muffled emotions.

If nothing else, she was pretty sure the former assets might need them to adapt and heal from their upbringing…and Apollo’s ‘friend’, who she was certain was far closer than that, shouldn’t be parted from him again so soon.

Pearl nodded, dipping into a little bow. "Of course! Um, I get the sense that this isn't your typical case, you know? I just wish I had more insight… if only Mystic Maya were here…."

“Not at all..” Athena gave her a smile. “don’t worry…I think this gave everyone the proof they needed to figure it out, Pearl! You did great!”

“Mystic Maya?” Sheila raised her eyebrow “someone who has more experience with possessions?”

Pearl smiled back at Athena, and answered. "Mystic Maya is my cousin, the future leader of Kurain village and master of the Kurain channeling technique. If anybody would know, she would– but she's in Kura'in finishing her training, so we can't talk to her…."

"That's a shame," Simon murmured. "There isn't anyone else who would know?"

The little medium chewed on her thumb. "Well…"

“Sounds like a real powerhouse…but getting a hold of anyone in Kura’in is a pain. Especially if they’re related to the monastic orders'.' Sheila hummed “there’s someone else?”

Athena gasped, covering her mouth “Woah…and I thought she was just the Boss’ legendary legal aide…the master of a tradition’s a pretty hu–” She cut herself off and looked at Pearl in curiosity.

Pearl poked her fingers together. "I could call your boss' boss, actually, Miss Athena," she murmured. "Miss Mia Fey– Mystic Maya's older sister. I don't know if she would know, because she left the tradition, but it could be worth a try."

"By call– you mean summon, don't you?" Robert asked, raising an eyebrow.

Pearl nodded. "Uhuh."

“Are you feeling well enough to?” Athena asked with genuine concern. “...you seemed pretty worn out after channeling my mom..”

She rubbed the back of her neck, and smiled. "I'm pretty tired, but… if I fall asleep, you'll carry me back to the hotel, right?"

With a salute, Athena flashed a bright smile.

“Promise, Pearly! I’ll carry you right back to your room!” Sheila chuckled “alright. Well, with that settled, let’s meet this Miss Mia Fey, shall we?”

December 25, 5:55 pm

They gathered again in the unfurnished viewing room in a loose circle around Pearl Fey, Simon having suggested that it was perhaps a little too inappropriate to have a seance right out in the middle of the hallway.

Pearl had put her hands together, and once again that strange aura filled the room, challenging Athena's senses.

And then Pearl was gone, and in her place was a tall, handsome woman with a strong face and large, dark eyes. She looked over them each, a catlike smile written on her face, and a sense of deep amusement radiating out from her.

"Well now! This certainly isn't the usual crowd that I play to," she declared. Her gaze lingered on Agent Ash for a long moment.

“Well, well. Today seems to be the day for pretty stiffs. Hello, Miss Fey.” Agent Ash commented with her wolfish grin as she crossed her arms under her chest, and stifled a laugh. “Hope you don’t mind the new audience.”

Athena’s eyes were wide– this was Mia Fey– the woman Phoenix rarely spoke about at the office, but always with hushed reverence. The one who’d told him the very advice that saved her again and again about a lawyer’s smile. Mia Fey, in the borrowed flesh.

“Uhm h-hello, ma’am!” Athena dipped into an awkward bow.

Simon bowed as well, and Bobby saluted.

"The late Ms. Mia Fey, we presume?" Bobby said with a grin,

"In the flesh!" the woman laughed. "Not mine though. Actually– whose flesh am I in? And where's Phoenix Wright? He's in trouble again, isn't he?"

“Oh no, Mr. Birdman is just fine.” Sheila started to cackle again, slapping the wall. “Is he really that accident prone? No wonder the King of Fop’s such an anxious wreck. snrk!!! ” she stifled the laughter and leaned forward. “Miss Fey, you’ve been called for an assessment with your expertise. We have an increasingly unusual situation. So we’ve asked the Small Medium at Large to help.”

Athena rubbed her neck as she attempted to translate for Sheila’s apparent love of snarky nicknames.

“Phoenix is alright, ma’am. We had Pearl summon you ‘cause she didn’t have any experience with the situation at hand…a rash of possessions in a short amount of time…and Mystic Maya is off training in Kura’in. We were hoping that you could explain some of this. Two…four? Of the parties are in this room. The other’s in lockup.”

Mia looked around at the people in the circle, her gaze lingering now on Apollo and on Halblicht. "So I see. Alright, why don't we sit down and you can bring me up to speed."

December 25, 6:10 pm

At the head of the table, Mia Fey had her hands clasped together and her chin rested on them, as everyone had explained the situation. She had been sitting with her eyes closed, taking it all in.

Finally, she opened them and looked around the table. "I see. So there's an international espionage ring that trains its spies through rigorous dehumanization starting in early childhood. We have two of them here– one in this room, and one in lock up– both who have been possessed by the ghosts of the people that they most recently killed. Is that correct so far?"

“That’s right, ma’am.” Athena nodded seriously as she leaned on the table. “Both were possessed, confirmed by Pearl, though I’m not sure the one in lock up realizes it yet. They’re both a little confused from the sound of the interview.”

Sheila tipped her chair back. “...got to love espionage rings.” she said dryly. “fucking people up so hard the dead get involved.”

"I think you'll find that I do not in fact have to love that," Mia murmured.

“Trust me, neither do I."

Mia pointed at Apollo. "And you two aren't part of this spy business, but had known one another for years, correct?"

"Yes, ma'am," Apollo murmured.

"Alright," she nodded. "I think I understand what's going on."

"Pray enlighten the rest of us poor souls," Simon drawled.

Athena leaned forward, listening carefully. She had a theory, herself– and she wondered if perhaps Mia had come to the same conclusion, from the spiritual angle rather than psychological.

The legendary lawyer smiled and shook a finger. "Before I do, do any of the talented problem solvers among you have a guess?"

"The supernatural isn't my forte, unfortunately," Simon confessed. He leaned a little closer to Bobby. "I'll be just as happy to have the mystery revealed for me this time."

Sheila shook her head, hands raised in the air. “I’m not the woman to ask about emotions, spirits, or attachment I’m afraid.”

Athena perked up with a nervous smile, her hand shooting up “I have a guess, ma’am!”

Mia pointed at her. "I like your attitude, red. Give it a shot for me."

“Red???” Athena squeaked “...better than Miss Edutainment at least.”

Sheila began laughing again, slapping the table with her palm, which only made Athena flush more. She pushed her hair out of her face and took a breath before she answered.

“I’m wondering if it’s because of their unique psychological profiles– 24 and Robert, I mean. They’ve had their personalities and emotions crushed since they were children so they could become anyone, anywhere, right? It’s horrible, and it makes me sick, but it also means that they’d be…psychologically and probably spiritually open with enough mental/spiritual real estate for a spirit or personality to take residence. R-right? I’d thought it just meant there was room to create a new personality, but…”

“...What, like they were some kind of spirit-trap?” Sheila asked with a raise of her eyebrow “...that explains why I never got myself possessed, despite factors.”

"Very insightful, Miss Cykes!" Mia clapped. "That's exactly the conclusion that I'd come to. The training they underwent essentially made the soul in their body small enough to accommodate another one no problem, without any of the usual difficulties involved."

Bobby rubbed the back of his neck. "I see… I suppose that does make sense…"

Mia nodded. "If there's a void, a soul can easily rush in to fill it. Especially if there's an intense enough burst of emotions at the time of death."

Athena's eyes widened, and her heart started to race.

“Like a murder-- Kelso’s burst of horror and despair that echoed again when 24 tried to kill herself…and…” She glanced at Bobby and Robert with a bite of her lip. “Thank you, though ma’am. It makes psychological sense, too.”

Sheila whistled “....who knows how many more of your fellows are walking around with confused ghosts in their heads.”

"An interesting possibility," Halblicht murmured, twisting his fingers together. "Both hopeful and grim, too…"

"Indeed," Simon nodded. "What an ironic fate for both parties."

“Very ironic…” Athena chewed her nails. “A killer and a victim sharing a body, and …if Halblicht is any indication, doing all the better for it. I hope…I hope when we find the rest we can help them too. Starting with Kelso and Miss 24.”

Sheila brushed her hair over her ear.

“Sharing space with your victim. Very interesting indeed.” She glanced sidelong at Mia. “You look young. Murder or illness?”

Mia's eyebrows raised. "Murder or illness what, ms. Interpol?"

“Your cause of death, Miss Fey.” Sheila leaned on the back of her hand.

Athena sat up with a start. “Agent Ash! You can’t go around asking people that kind of thing!”

The agent’s gaze turned towards her, the barest note of confusion in her voice. “I’m looking for an opinion from the other side of the veil on the current situation, Miss Edutainment…and I’d like to know if I’m walking into a landmine. So I felt it prudent to ask.”

The deceased lawyer sighed, and fluffed her hair. "I was murdered. But don't worry about it, just say what you want to say or ask what you want to ask."

“I’d thought so,” Ash leaned on her hand. “My question is this– emotionally speaking, do you think Sam Wan Kelso will suffer sharing a body with the woman who killed her? I know it’s seemed to work out for these gentlemen…”

Ash pointed to Bobby and Robert. “But as someone who died at the hands of another, I’m curious about your opinion. And…also, how does possession work? Have you possessed anyone? Can someone possess another down the line, provided they haven’t passed into rebirth?”

Mia pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Oh dear, this is a lot of complicated questions. And I can feel little Pearl getting tuckered out." She sighed and took a breath. "The important question you asked is about Kelso and her killer. I know that I wouldn't have wanted to get stuck in a body with my own killer. But don't worry– possession is voluntary on the part of the spirit. If Kelso doesn't like it, she can leave any time. If you want to learn more about possession in general, there's an excellent library in Kurain village which I am sure you would be welcome to look over."

“...I’ll keep that in mind.” Sheila Ash held her hands up with a smile. “Sorry for overloading you with questions, Miss Fey. Thank you. Knowing Kelso can leave if she’s unhappy does wonders. Last thing I want is to allow someone to be trapped in a situation they can’t escape.”

Athena wondered exactly why Sheila had asked so many questions so quickly– part of it probably had something to do with the rapid fire and complicated emotions that ricocheted through her voice when she’d asked them.

But either way, she shifted nervously on her chair. “Thank you so much for your time, Ma’am! If you’ve gotta rest, we won’t keep you…I know Pearl was worried about falling asleep.”

"Wait just a minute," Apollo– no, it was Clay– said, sitting forward. "That's great for them, but what about us?"

Mia turned toward Athena's fellow lawyer and his spirit companion. She smiled a rather sad smile. "I didn't mean to leave you out. But you've already probably guessed that your situation is different from theirs."

They nodded. "Yeah, I got that sense. So… can you tell me any more about it?"

"Here's the thing. These guys–" she pointed her finger at Bobby and Robert. "These 'assets'-- it seems like they have what you might call 'bonsai' souls. They've been deliberately groomed and cut and shaped so they don't take up much space. That means there's plenty of room for a full sized soul to move in and share space without disrupting the bonsai. But you, Misters, have two regular full sized souls in you right now."

Athena got the sense from Mia's voice that that was going to be a problem.

“...and a container only has so much space.” Athena murmured quietly, her brow furrowed. “...which is why they’ve been so erratic? Maybe?”

Sheila listened with her fingers against her forehead. “...he’s not going to explode like this was some 80’s horror flick, is he?”

"Nothing so dramatic," Mia promised and waved her hand. "Have you ever seen what happens to two trees when you try to grow them in a tight space? Provided there's adequate sustenance for both?"

"They grow together," Simon said.

"They grow together," Mia nodded. "The two plants twist around one another and grow so closely and tightly as to become inseparable– even indistinguishable from one another, as if they had been one all along. And that, my dears, is what will happen to the two of you if you remain as you are."

Apollo and Clay had gone pale. "How long? How much time do I have?"

She shrugged. "It's impossible to say. A year, perhaps. Maybe two."

Athena bit her lip. “...a mingling of spirits into one. I …I guess that makes a lot of sense, doesn’t it?”

She glanced at Apollo, her brow furrowed as she thought of him and Clay. A short fuse had been placed on them, a timer ticking down to decide if they had to have their final parting…or…

Sheila brushed her fingers through the strands of her pale hair. “...huh.”

"Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, hon," Mia said with a sad little smile. "But that's the way it is. There aren't too many ways out there to cheat death, you know."

The two took a breath. "I understand. Thank you for telling me. I–we'll figure it out. That's all we needed to know."

Athena gave them a sympathetic look and a halfhearted smile “I believe in you guys…”

“Not many ways to cheat death…” Sheila laughed, slapping her table. “Yeah, guess not, Miss Faerie Tale. “

"Sorry, Ms. Interpol," Mia chuckled sadly again. "If that's all you needed from me, then I'll say good luck, and get back to my busy schedule."

Halblicht shook his head. "No other questions from us, here."

“Busy Schedule? and here Cykes Sr. Made it sound like death was the waiting room from hell!” Sheila laughed. She saluted Mia with a grin that Athena thought looked rather forced. “Thanks. Good luck to you too, Faerie Tale. No further questions.”

Athena waved quietly at her with a smile.

“It was nice to meet you, ma’am. Phoenix talks about you a lot, so… She bowed her head “I hope I get to speak with you again someday. Good luck.”

"Knowing Phoenix, I'm sure we will, red. Tell him hello for me, will you?" She blew a kiss to the table, and then– was gone.

Pearl Fey slumped exhausted onto her arms against the table. "Oooh….."

Athena’s concern immediately reasserted itself and she hurried over to put her hand on Pearl’s back. “You alright, Pearl? That probably took a lot out of you..”

"I'm okay!" she said, raising her head a little and giving a shaky thumbs up. "Did Miss Mia help?"

Bobby was already out of his chair, and he saluted the little medium. "She helped a great deal, Miss Fey. Is there anything we can do to help you?"

"Oh good! I want some juice," Pearl said. She giggled exhaustively and returned his salute. Athena could feel pride radiating from her. "And a looooong nap."

"You've more than earned both, Fey-dono," Simon nodded.

Athena nodded with a broad grin “the best juice in Cauli, even.” she playfully punched her shoulder “i’ll even carry you if you still want.”

Sheila laughed and slapped the table “bravo, Small Medium. You really were at Large today. Nickname earned. I’ll have Lang grab you an honorary badge for your service to Interpol today.”

Pearl found the strength to sit up at that. "Really? That would be so cool! Ooohg…" With a dizzy look she leaned against Athena's hand.

“Really.” Agent Ash purred, and pulled out her phone. She typed a message and winked “...sent. Stop in before you leave Cauli and I’ll ensure you get it.”

Athena rubbed her back with a chuckle. “Yeah Pearl… I’m definitely gonna carry you.”

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4 | Kind Unlike You

Series: Disastrous

Paring: Felix Catton x Original female character!

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: light smut

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For dinner Juliette wore a long black ruffle spaghetti strap dress that had a low cut with a high side split. While everyone was sat and eating, Pamela talks about how she might have found a place thanks cousin. Automatically Elspeth and James start to congratulate her happy at the thought she would finally be gone.

It was obvious that Pamela could tell they were happy to be rid of her which upset Juliette since Pamela thought Elspeth was a kind friend.

"You know, Pamela, once you get settled in to your new place, I'd love to come see it. I could even help you decorate it. You remember how I told you I love painting too." Juliette speaks up as silence filled the room.

"Oh, yes. I remember. I appreciate the kind gesture. I would love that." Pamela gives her a smile so she smiles back as Felix and Oliver look at her.

Felix loved her personality and what kind of person she was. She always wanted to help others and do good hoping to make a difference. Just cheering someone up was the best part for her.

Now for Oliver he was so intrigued by Juliette. He still didn't understand how she could blend in with all these people yet stick out like a sore thumb at the same time. She seemed way too sweet and kind to even exist in this planet.

"There goes the sweet need to help Juliette." Farleigh talks under his breath, "It's so tiring and old now."

"Sorry I have a heart unlike you. Now, excuse me. I finished eating. It was delicious and I hope everyone gets a good nights rest." Juliette gets up from her seat politely going to get ready for bed.

"Must you Farleigh?" Felix glares at him.

"What? She's your girlfriend. You know exactly how she is."

"Exactly, that's why I fell in love with her. She's never done anything but be nice to you, yet you give her shit for being nice." Felix huffs as Farleigh rolls his eyes.

The two start to bicker while the rest at the table just watch and listen to them. Oliver finishes up eating then goes to his room and sees Juliette in the bathroom brushing her teeth.

"I think it's nice what you want to do for Pamela." He joins her.

"Thanks,"

"No, seriously, I do. I know you mean it and aren't faking like Elspeth does with her." He tells her causing her to laugh.

"I just hate the idea of someone thinking I'm faking like I care and truly want to help someone. I'm a Wright not a Catton. My family did so much good with their money and how they earned it. Like they ever made a big announcement on how they helped with their money. They didn't want it to seem like a hey look at what we did. Their donations were always private or anonymous." Juliette starts to get upset thinking about her parents.

"I'm sure they're proud at how you still are."

"Thank you. I'm gonna get some sleep. You should too since you technically had a big day. Night Ollie." Juliette goes to Felix's room getting in bed.

As she lays in bed, Felix comes into his room talking under his breath about Farleigh being an ass, "So ignore him, babe." Juliette mumbles with her eyes closed.

"How am I supposed to do that when he talks about the love of my life like that?" He asks as he changes to go to bed.

"If I can do it, you can too."

As he crawls beside her, he lets her get comfortable as she found her place on his chest. He stays quiet as his hand runs through her hair, "I love you." It took her a few seconds to hum in response since she was fading to sleep but he didn't mind.

Felix wakes up propping his head up on his shoulder as he watches Juliette looking through her clothes, that were in his room, in nothing but one of his shirts she sleeps in. Felix sits up, stretching out his arms, grinning at her in the mirror.

"Morning love,"

She giggles softly, turning to face him, "Morning."

Tossing his blanket away from his lap, he walks over to her, arms wrapping around her waist, his chin resting on top of her head as he smiles at her in the mirror.

"Hi," Felix speaks, his voice barely above a whisper before he gently tugs her back as he sits at the foot of his bed, pulling her onto his lap.

"Seriously, Felix?" She can't help but laugh how needy his was this morning.

"You're so cute like this," He murmurs.

"We're not doing this every morning. And if we do it today then no tomorrow." She runs her hands through his hair.

"That's fine by me." He smiles fixing their clothes so he lifts her by the hips and pull her down onto his cock.

Her walls clench around him like a vice, making him give her a little smirk, pressing his lips to her cheeks. Juliette wraps her arms around his neck, whining his name softly as she began to bounce up and down on. Felix grows tired of how slow she moving, so his hands move to her hips to hold them in place.

She throws her head back, lips parting feeling him fuck up into her, deeper, harder than ever before. She could feel him hitting spots that he never has before at this angle, his hands now moving to her ass, squeezing as he bounces her up and down on his cock.

"Come on, baby." He says into the kiss as their lips meet.

Juliette tries her best to keep her mains quiet as he moves faster and faster, pinching at her swollen pearl, until finally, he reaches his own peak. Her climax hits her soon after as she buries her face in his neck, barely able to catch her breath.

Felix collapses against her, crushing her body against his, "Would you mother be mad if were a little late to breakfast? I need a tiny nap."

"I think she would kill us." They both chuckle.

"Ugh, fine."

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Chapter 9: Blaise Zabini and Isabella's moronic choice

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Blaises’ mother walked him back to his room, reassuring him that he had done the right thing in telling her and that she would handle everything. Closing his door he heard her knocking on Isabellas’ and walking in. He took a seat on his bed and listened closely waiting for the sound of his mother leaving. An hour or so passed and he finally heard his mothers footstep retreating, he slunk out of his room and tapped his knuckles on her doorway.

She opened the door, took in his appearance, gilded around him and into his room. “What happened to talking to her together?” she questioned lying on her back on the floor of his sitting area.

“I’m sorry Reyes I really am. But what you can do, it's unheard of. If someone were to find out-” he hesitated.

“Don’t lie to me Blaise. The first thing we established was that lying to me was a bad idea. Don’t forget it.” she reminded him.

“...if someone were to find out about it, you could end up in the hospital, or a research lab. I don’t know how much my mother told you but, new forms of magic are really rare.” He laid down beside her, “What did she tell you?”

She didn’t look at him, “She told me that you told her everything. That what I could do was unusual. And that she was going to bring in some experts to talk to me and hopefully figure out what I’m doing. Depending on how serious it is we’ll go from there.” She paused, “I don’t appreciate you telling her my business. Don’t do it again.”

“I won’t.” he promised.

“You better not.”

They laid on the floor like that until Lila came to them telling them to go to the dining room for breakfast. The journey to breakfast was silent as was the meal, especially since his mother was noticeably absent. By the time they had finished their food his mother entered the room, “Isabella, come with me please.”

As Isabella rose from her seat she sent a single glance at Blaise, before turning to his mother asking, “Can Blaise come with?”

His mother looked between the two of them, “If you feel that’s best.”

Isabella grabbed his arm, pulling him up stating, “You're coming with me but just for emotional support. Just stand behind me and don’t talk.” Blaise nodded without a word. “I’m still mad at you.” She spun on her heel and they followed Blaises’ mother to a sitting room on the third floor. Blaise had actually never been in there as his mother used the room's long table for business meetings that she refused to let him into. Sitting at said table was a man in healer robes and a woman in aurors clothing.

His mother led him and Isabella to sit in front of the two, “Isabella, Blaise this is Trainer Wright and Healer Smith.” Trainer Wright was a woman with black straight hair and deep brown skin, while Healer Smith was a pale man with brown hair in two long braids. “They’re dear friends of mine who study magic globally, though they are both American.”

The healers shook both of the kids' hands and they all sat down with Blaises mother taking a seat at the head of the table rather than beside either pairing. “So Isabella we first want to establish a few things before we actually dive in. Is that alright baby?” Trainer Wright asked with a twang to her voice that reminded Blaise of the girl beside him.

“Yeah that’s fine.” Isabella answered.

“Alright then first is that you have patient-healer/trainer confidentiality with the both of us. Anything you tell us doesn't go beyond us. Second is that if we are going to be useful to you, you need to be honest with us. That means no lying, no half truths, no withholding information. None of that.” She raised her eyebrows at Isabella like she could see that Isabella was searching for ways to get around these rules. “Okay?”

Isabella stared at both adults for two minutes before conceding with a simple, “Okay.”

Healer Smith cleared his throat, “I assume you're comfortable with Ms. and Mr. Zabini staying in the room?” Isabella nodded quickly. “Alright and now we get to work. Elizabeth has told us a bit about your magic and we would like some more detail from you. Starting with the glowing…tell me about that.” he smiled softly.

“I just glow.” Isabella stated shortly.

“...people don’t just glow. I understand that you haven’t talked about this much, but this is- we think this is an important part of…everything, for lack of a better word. So please, tell us anything you know about the glowing.”

Isabella huffed, “When I was little it would happen all the time. Any emotion I glowed, my dad told me they never let me leave the house for more than an hour until I was like five, because I kept glowing.”

Trainer Wright paused her note taking, “What changed, why let you out at five?”

“I could control it then. By the time I was five I had realized that my glowing was weird. I asked them why I couldn’t go outside with them. Why I only went out to the park and the backyard when we were alone, why I couldn’t go around the other kids. They told me it was because I glowed. So I started…teaching myself to chill out whenever I felt like I was about to. I was a pro at it by the time I was old enough to go to kindergarten and I’ve just been like this ever since.”

“So it wasn’t a natural change, it was a choice you made. You actively stopped it.”

“Yeah, basically.”

“Basically?”

“Well sometimes I could tell I wasn’t going to be able to control it and I’d run away, hiding until I was able to calm down. Sometimes I would sit in my room and just let myself glow, watch the gold swirl around my room.”

Healer Smith squinted at her words, “What does it feel like when you glow? Does it hurt? Does it-”

“It's relaxing. It feels like all my tension is flowing out of me. Like swimming through cool water after burning in the sun. It’s smooth and refreshing. Sometimes when I had a tantrum my parents would just leave me in my room and I’d cry and light would shine, things would levitate, until I tired myself out. Which sounds bad but honestly it was more comforting than anything they could have done.” she explained wistfully.

Healer Smith and Trainer Wright shared a look, before Healer Smith continued, “ Okay for simplicity sake let's start calling your glowing abilities “Glow”, capital G. Does that work?”

“Mhm”

“So is the Glow just…light or is it something else? Elizabeth mentioned that you used to do magic with the Glow.”

“Glow is-” Isabella closed her eyes, “ magic. Glow is energy. Glow is something I can feel in my mind, in my stomach, in my veins. Glow is power. It makes everything so simple. Like at Hogwarts, all actual magic is so easy, honestly I have to pretend to struggle. The hard part is the theory and the essays. For me the magic just happens, so when everyone else has a whole thought process and reasoning and explanation for how a spell works, for me it just works. Even if I didn’t have my wand, or know the spell. It just happens because I want it.”

Blaise and the adults shared a look. “Reyes, that’s not how magic-”

“I know that’s not how magic works for y'all Blaise, but it's how it works for me.”

“Isabella what you're saying” -Healer Smith shook his head- “goes against the basic fundamentals of magic as far as modern magical theory goes. So you’ll have to forgive us for struggling to understand what you're saying. Which means that-” he held his hands up vaguely “ there’s no…standard, no basis for us to start with beyond your experience.”

“Which means,” Trainer Wright interjected, “that we start from the ground up. If our understanding doesn’t apply to you, we will change our understanding. We are professionals” she shot a look at Healer Smith “we can adapt. But again I have to say, if we are going to adapt we need all the information you can give us and more. My job as your trainer is, well, to train you. Hogwarts is a school to teach people how to apply their magic, how to use it. But if that comes naturally to you, I honestly don’t believe it's the best use of your time.”

Ms. Zabini held up her hand, “While I can definitely see why you say that, we can’t pull her out of school. It would draw too much suspicion, I think until we have a solid grasp on how to proceed we shouldn’t let anyone know. For Isabellas’ safety.” She eyed the other adults.

“So what do you suggest? We don’t want Isabella wasting her talent in a school that can’t accommodate her abilities.”

“Isabella, what's your relationship like with Professors McGonagall and Sprout?”

Isabella, not mentally prepared to be addressed shook her head before answering, “I’m closer to Professor Sprout since she's my head of house, but Professor McGonagall has always been nice to me.”

Blaises’ mother nodded thoughtfully, “I trust Minerva and Pomona.” She swiveled in her chair to look directly at Blaise and Isabella, “I must be honest with you, I do not trust the majority of the Professors to not tell Dumbledore about your abilities, Isabella. Dumbledore is an … opportunist. I do not trust him to not request your help or to test your abilities. The professors, like practically everyone in our world, respect Dumbledore and refuse to doubt him, if they were to learn about your abilities they would rush to him for help. Believe me when I say, Isabella, you do not want that man's help.”

She sat back to address the small group as a whole, “My suggestion is this. I will set up a meeting for Isabella, Pomona, Minerva and I. We will explain the situation and ask for their help setting up a system to allow for Isabella to slip out of Hogwarts to meet with the two of you “ she pointed at Wright and Smith “for training and tracking of her abilities and condition as she…experiments…with her Glow. All without notifying Dumbledore.”

“Experiments? What do you mean by experiments?” Isabella wondered.

“In your training with Wright, we think it's best that you experiment with your Glow. Study it. See what it can do. Push its limits to have a better understanding of what it is, how it will impact your life, health etc. It sounds like it can be a very valuable power but currently you don’t use it and don’t train in it.” His mother stopped, “If you want to, that is.”

All eyes turned to Isabella and Blaise could practically see the cogs turning in her head, “ It would be nice to learn about what I can do. But, I want it at my pace. The training shouldn’t be super structured or anything like that. Just an opinion space for me to try it out with supervision.”

“Absolutely. I am confident in saying I speak for everyone when I say, this is all your space. You are incharge, we are simply here to be the adults that make sure nothing is hurting you and that you're looked after. What would happen is that we would have a training session, then you would have a check up with Smith then we would discuss what progress or setbacks have occurred and what we should do going forward.” Wright affirmed.

Isabella nodded slowly, “Alright then, when do we start?”

Smith gathered up his papers, placing them in a briefcase he pulled out of nowhere, “ We were thinking the day after new years, so January 2nd you would meet with your professors and figure out the details of transportation, the 3rd you would have your first session, then we will leave you alone to enjoy your last few days before going back to school.” he finished as everyone began to walked towards the entrance of Zabini Manor.

“Works for me.” Isabella confirmed. Smith and Wright said their goodbyes with promising smiles to Isabella before walking into the fireplaces next to the grand entrance and flooing away.

Blaise watched as his mother embraced Isabella, imploring “Are you sure you're alright with all of this? It's very soon.”

“I’m sure.” Isabella pulled away with a soft smile, “I think a change is what I need. Hogwarts is nice but it can get rather boring sometimes.” She slowly backed away, grabbing Blaises hand pulling him along. “Thank you for setting up everything for me Ms. Zabini, I really appreciate everything you're doing for me.”

“Of course dear.”

Accepting that that was the end of the conversation, Blaise’s mother waved at them cueing Isabella to drag Blaise up the stairs and to his room. In his room they spent the rest of the day planning out potential training sessions only leaving their room for meals and even then the only words outside of “Thank you for the food Lila” were the two asking for Blaise’s mothers opinions on their ideas.

The days passed and New Year's Eve arrived with Elizabeth Zabini calling the pair down to the main entrance in the early evening. “I have been invited to the annual Malfoys New Years Ball.” she told them, sounding anything but eager to go. “Which, as Blaise already knows, has always had a strict child-free policy, meaning that I have to leave the two of you here.”

The gremlins shared mischievous smiles.

“With Lila.”

The smiles disappeared.

“Lila will be keeping an eye on both of you while I am away. The other house elves will be in their quarters but they also are aware that I won’t be here so should you need anything, they are here as well.”

“Ma, Lila can go celebrate with the other elves. Isabella and I will be fine by ourselves.”

“You really don’t need to worry about anything Ms. Zabini, I’ll keep an eye on Blaise.” Isabella added seriously, earning her a pinch from Blaise.

“You must forgive me but I’m not confident that you two can be left alone without destroying a portion of the house or putting each other in St. Mungo’s.” she confessed, fixing her perfect updo in the mirror. “Now I must leave you, any longer I will have crossed the line from Fashionably Late to Impolitely Tardy.” She kissed both of their foreheads and disappeared into the flames of the fireplace.

Lila popped up in her place, “Dinner will be ready in two hours. Please refrain from doing anything illegal until then.” and she popped away.

Isabella put her hands on her hips and shook her head, “Honestly it's like they don’t trust us. I mean we haven’t even done anything yet.”

“I think the fact that you said “yet” proves their point a bit.”

“Whatever Blaise.” -she rolled her eyes- “ Let’s go explore. You haven’t really shown me around this place.” She spun in a circle, her arms spread out gesturing at the Manor. They set off running down the Manors' many hallways, going through its several rooms. Some were empty with antique furniture, others had display cases with various objects that Blaise’s mother had never allowed him to touch (he had to bat away Isabella prodding fingers multiple times). Isabella’s favorite rooms were the rooms his mother had filled with her collections of instruments and artworks. “You know, I used to play piano. Do you play any instruments?” she questioned plucking at a harp mindlessly.

Blaise’s mother had him learn over 14 instruments. “ A few.”

Isabella hummed, “I always wanted to learn more but my dad never took me seriously. He wanted me to focus on school, I wanted to stay after school with the theater kids. I borrowed…I stole a book about playing piano from my choir teacher and used it to teach myself.”

“...I could teach you a new one..sometime.” He offered, suddenly feeling shy.

“I’d like that alot Blaise, thanks.”

“We should go back downstairs before Lila hunts us down.” he suggested hurriedly. Dinner was quiet as the two couldn’t speak freely under Lila’s watchful stare.

“You know it's really dumb to treat us like we’re idiots. Make me want to do something stupid just for the sake of it.” Isabella said, flopping down on Blaise’s bed after dinner.

“Like what Reyes?”

“Like… I don’t know. I haven’t thought that far yet.” she whined. “Something reckless.”

Blaise snorted at that, “Says the Hufflepuff. Says the favorite student of literally all the teachers. Even Snape likes you.”

“Hey! Don’t act like I haven’t gotten in trouble before.”

“Hmmm, fair enough. I think you’ve broken a record for the number of fist fights a first year has gotten into.” Blaise conceded.

The two sat, Blaise tried to remember just how many fights Isabella had gotten herself into and she tried to think of something dumb to do. Blaise’s counting was interrupted when she frantically sat up with a gasp, crawling over to where he sat across the floor. “We should test out the Glow.”

Blaise stared. “Reyes I know you want to do something stupid, but try and find something a bit less moronic.”

“Oh don’t be dramatic. It’ll be the same as when I was a kid. I used to just be able to sense it in the pit of my stomach then it would happen. Only light, maybe some swirls, nothing crazy.” she bargained.

“I can hear the yells of Ma and Lila now.”

“It’ll be fine.”

Universe, please don’t let this kill us.

“Alright.”

“Yes! Alright alright! Um okay! I used to be able to do it like that-” she snapped her fingers “but I’m a little rusty.” She sat in the middle of the floor, legs crossed and hands on her knees, like she was getting ready to meditate. “This is how I used to sit when I wanted to Glow.” she explained.

“Uh huh.” Blaise responded as he backed as far away from her as he could. When she raised an eyebrow at him he only said, ”Don’t mind me.”

She scoffed at him, took a deep breath, closing her eyes and going quiet. For a moment there was nothing, then Blaise saw it, gold sparks crackling around her hair and hands. At first they were small, subtle, but they grew and grew till they were like mini fireworks. She began to levitate, just a foot or so off the floor. The lights began to swirl, forming rings that surrounded her as if she were a planet and they were in her orbit. They fluctuated, going from closer to her before growing further away and back again. Tendrils sprang from her hands turning into spirals in the air. Soon the room was filled with the Glow, everything bathed in gold light and everything seemed to vibrate with energy.

It was the most beautiful and intimidating thing Blaise had ever seen.

Then there was a knock on the door, scaring Isabella out of her zone and Blaise out of his trance. The Glow disappeared instantly, Isabella fell to the floor and Lila, oblivious to it all, entered the room hugging them and wishing them a Happy New Year. They repeated the sentiment weakly, watching as she walked out the room , without a clue in the world as to what happened. Blaise sat down next to Isabella in a daze, barely noticing the way she grabbed his shoulders and shook him. He heard her rambling about how strong the Glow was and how she felt invincible, but it was like she was a thousand miles away.

“...Reyes, what the hell was that?” he breathed

“That, my friend, was the Glow.”

“You've been able to do that your whole life?”

“Yup.”

That three letter word sent him back into his haze. The only thought Blaise had that was coherent for the hours to come was:

…what the hell is up with this girl?

Author's notes: as always, thanks for reading

#blaise zabini #harry potter #slytherin #slytherin boys #blaise zabini x oc #blaise zabini x reader #draco malfoy #pansy parkinson #theodore nott

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pretentiousgayguyidk · 2 years

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I am here and I am queer

With a request

I would like to request hanma taking reader out on a date in the entire time while they are eating he's just deep throating his food to show that he can in fact take a dick in his mouth

And reader is horrified

I hate that I can imagine him doing that in cannon... And imma put a twist on it ;)

OMFG MF PROBABLY LOOKS LIKE HAKKAI WHEN HES MUCHING AWAY WHILE PAH AND HIM ARE SEMI FIGHTING IN THAT ONE FUTURE 😭

Also we ignore how much trouble this fic gave me 😭 like I knew EXACTLY what to wright but Tumblr said ehe and failed to save so many times :')

(Name) was frozen in slight fear when the Reaper approached him, having known his reputation of his violent actions. He almost ran away when he spotted a shorter man behind him... Tokyo Manji-Kai's third division captain?

He stared up at the lanky delinquent, just waiting for him to do something. But he stayed silent for a while until Teitta Kisaki groaned in annoyance and kicked the taller in the ankle. Hanma yelped and stepped away from his friend, glaring at him before finally speaking up.

"Will you please go on a date with me?"

...

What?

"Wait... You want to take me on a date? When we hardily spoke to each other before now?" (Name) questioned gently, he was beyond confused. Shuji Hanma went to the same school as him, yet they rarely spoke. Other than the onetime Kisaki refused to help him with his work so he had to ask (Name); (Name) being the kind hearted fool he was gladly helped the unhinged bastard.

"This is why I was telling you to actually talk to him a bit first idiot." Kisaki grumbled, pushing up his glasses and crossing his arms in annoyance. Hanma glanced away, a sheepish expression on his face. (Name) chuckled a little, maybe a date wouldn't be that bad.

"Alright, I'll go on a date with you... What's you're favorite animal?" Hanma blinked in confusion, his heart hammering against his chest. He mumbled out a confused "cat" watching as (Name) nodded with a determined smile before running off... This date might be a disaster...

"Morning Hanma-kun!" (Name) chirped out happily, sitting down in the seat infront of his date. He briefly greeted Kisaki, who was sitting in the chair next to Hanma his arms crossed in annoyance.

"Mornin' (Name)-chan~" The delinquent cooed, doing everything to keep himself from malfunction like the other day. Hanma rested his head against his palm, practically making heart eyes at (Name) and Kisaki was this close to straight up abandoning his friend. (Name) smiled, reaching into his small bag and pulling out a small keychain. On the keychain was a tiny black white and gold cat, it's large gold eyes sparkling a little as he held it out to his date.

"What's this?" Hanma mumbled curiously, gently taking the keychain and observing it closely. Glancing up at (Name) for an explanation.

"I made it for you!" He exclaimed.

No fucking way. No fucking way... Hanma examined the cat carefully, then looked back up at (Name). (Name) did look tired, and his hands were covered in small Band-Aids.

"You... Did?" He nodded with a proud smile. It took everything in Hanma not to kiss this man right then and there.

"Here's your food! Would you like anything else?" The waitress interrupted Hanma's thoughts as she sat down the plates of food. Hanma went ahead and ordered for (Name) seeing as he was running late. They muttered a quiet "no ma'am" before turning back to each other, continuing to leave Kisaki as a third wheel.

"I'll make sure to cherish it," Hanma said with a love sick smile, putting the small cat in his pocket and zipping up the zipper. (Name) let out a tired sigh a lazy smile resting on his face.

"I was a little worried you wouldn't like it... But I'm glad you do!" Hanma giggled a little.

"Who wouldn't like a gift from a cutie like you~" he purred, (Name)'s face flushed pink. Kisaki groaned gaining the others attention.

"I'm going and getting a snack, please don't be making out or something when I get back." He grumbled, stuffing his hands in his pockets and walking away. (Name) awkwardly watched him walk away, has hanging open slightly, he glanced over at Hanma giving him a confused gesture and the delinquent in turn shrugged.

They stayed mostly silent, only asking a few questions and carrying on small conversation as they ate. After a while of munching on his fries, Hanma was given an idea. He held back a small giggle as he picked up his burger and stuffed the entire thing into his mouth, the other watched in shock and slight horror as Shuji downed the entire fucking burger in one god damn bite. Hanma giggled, somehow not managing to gag or struggle to chew as (Name) slowly shook his head.

"God you're like a little ape." Kisaki insulted, standing by the table with a bag of chips... And chopsticks? (Name) glanced between the two, watching as Kisaki made eye contact while eating a chip with chopsticks. Fucking chopsticks.

"Hmm~ Is something wrong love?" Hanma cooed teasingly, (Name) sighed hard and rubbed his face.

"I can't tell if I'm impressed or horrified... But at least I understand how you guys can be friends. You both eat like maniacs," he teased, Hanma pouted taking one of (Name)'s hand.

"Aww you don't mean that do you?"

"No... You both eat like maniac's." (Name) said a fond smile playing on his lips, he gently took ahold of Hanma's hand. "But, I don't mind it... Even if it is slightly disturbing,"

What a first date...

#male reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #hanma shuuji x reader #hanma x male reader #hanma tokyo revengers #hanmas unhinged #hanma fluff

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weclassybouquetfun · 3 months

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The Oscars were announced today and while there is plenty that I am happy about disappointment still abounds. No love for SALTBURN. I knew Best Actor was crowded and Barry Keoghan may not get in,

AMPAS how can you deny him?

but I was sure of a Rosamund Pike nomination. Was holding out hope for a Dominic Sessa, or even unlikelier a Milo Machado Graner nomination for their respective works in THE HOLDOVERS and ANATOMY OF A FALL.

And while not personally disappointed (more disappointed by her BABYLON snub), very surprised that Margot Robbie didn't secure a nomination for BARBIE yet America Ferrera did.

Ryan Gosling speaks on Margot and Greta Gerwig's omission.

Not surprised by Andrew Scott not getting a nod - he didn't even get one from the BAFTAs - I just think there wasn't enough meat on the bones for that role.

Not surprised by Leonardo DiCaprio not securing a nomination as he's been pretty much absent from these conversations. What bothers me is that everyone I talk to about KILLERS OF THE FLOWER MOON pan his character, but not his performance. They hate that his character is stupid. They don't even touch on he's a bad person for poisoning his wife; no. It's his stupidity. So they hate that weakness in him and it blinds them to Leo's performance. Even director Paul Schrader whinged about how stupid the character was and Leo should have played the role originally offered to him; the FBI agent played by Jesse Plemons.

I love comparing who were being pushed to who actually got the big nomination.

Sorry Andrew, Greta, Julianne, Margot, Eve and Fantasia.

The Nominees.

Best Picture American Fiction Anatomy of a Fall Barbie The Holdovers Killers of the Flower Moon Maestro Oppenheimer Past Lives Poor Things

*I only just found out Ramy Yousef, Willem Dafoe and Mark Ruffalo are in this poster.

The Zone of Interest

Best Director Justine Treit (Anatomy of a Fall) Martin Scorsese (Killers of the Flower Moon) Christopher Nolan (Oppenheimer) Yorgos Lanthimos (Poor Things) Jonathan Glazer (The Zone of Interest)

Best Actor in a Leading Role Bradley Cooper (Maestro)

Colman Domingo (Rustin) Paul Giamatti (The Holdovers) Cillian Murphy (Oppenheimer) - when asked what he would eat as the Oscars do not serve food, he said he will bring a piece of his mam's sponge cake snuck in his wife's purse.

Jeffrey Wright (American Fiction)

More Nominations and Oscar Nom Talks

Thrilled for Bradley Cooper as a lot of people were turning on him because they viewed him as a award desperate try-hard. But he really just cares so much about this role. He screened A STAR IS BORN for Steven Spielberg and when the "Shallow" scene came on Spielberg got up and whispered in his ear, "You are fcking directing MAESTRO". When you are given given that must trust by arguably one of the greatest filmmakers ever, of course you're going to be extra to the nth degree.

Not sold on Cillian Murphy's performance in OPPENHEIMER. It did nothing for me, but I'm happy he has had this award season experience. He stays outside of actors' circle and - based on absolutely no proof- I just think he probably felt it al superficial, but when he won his Globe and thanked his fellow actors I can tell he was sincere. I think coming together with his peers in a real way; not just mingling at parties, but by being in spaces where they discuss their craft and inspirations let him recognize that no matter how big the name, these are his tribe and they see the art and value of what they do. Awards season friendships are cool to see. I didn't see one this season but Bradley Cooper said he and Colman Domingo have become buddies this season after doing a photoshoot together.

Best Actress in a Leading Role Annette Bening (Nyad)

Lily Gladstone (Killers of the Flower Moon) Sandra Hüller (Anatomy of a Fall) Carey Mulligan (Maestro) Emma Stone (Poor Things)

*Minus Sandra Hüller this is pretty much how I viewed how this category would shape up. Very funny to me that when POOR THINGS started screenings critics swore up and down it was an embarrassment to Emma Stone's talent and she would get nothing.

Best Actor in a Supporting Role Sterling K. Brown (American Fiction) Robert De Niro (Killers of the Flower Moon) Robert Downey Jr. (Oppenheimer) Ryan Gosling (Barbie) Mark Ruffalo (Poor Things)

*I honestly felt that Sterling K. Brown could be the upset and I was so happy to be right. His performance in AMERICAN FICTION is a breath of fresh air. I honestly wanted more of his character.

What I like about his Mark Ruffalo's nominations are that they both didn't think these roles would lead to this.

Brown said his publicist kept pushing him for interviews and panels this season and he couldn't understand why as he thought it was such a small role and he was just satisfied with being in the film, but his publicist saw the reactions to Brown's character and knew it was awards worthy.

Ruffalo said he didn't think he could do his POOR THINGS role because he's been so pigeon-holed and was accustomed to playing roles that were the anti-thesis of Duncan that he wasn't sure he could find him. Having people trust in you when even you yourself don't have that trust, or trying even while in doubt of yourself is beautiful.

Best Actress in a Supporting Role Emily Blunt (Oppenheimer)

Danielle Brooks (The Color Purple)

America Ferrera (Barbie) Jodie Foster (Nyad) Da’Vine Joy Randolph (The Holdovers)

*America Ferrera should be nowhere in this category. It should be Rosamund Pike 1000%. So happy that Danielle Brooks and Da'Vine Joy Randolph were both nominated as I was afraid the voters would only pick one over the other. Kinda surprised by Jodie Foster, but hers was a nomination I was really hoping for.

Best Writing (Adapted Screenplay) American Fiction Barbie Oppenheimer Poor Things The Zone of Interest

Best Writing (Original Screenplay) Anatomy of a Fall

The Holdovers May December Past Lives Maestro

Best Animated Feature The Boy and the Heron Elemental Nimona Robot Dreams Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Best Documentary Feature Film Bobi Wine: The People’s President The Eternal Memory Four Daughters 20 Days in Mariupol To Kill a Tiger

*I forget the film but last year Dev Patel threw his support behind an International Documentary. He wasn't involved in it, but he did Zoom Q&As promoting it. This year he backed TO KILL A TIGER, going further this time to become an executive producer on it. This is the way to use your profile - uplifting other artists whose projects don't have the reach.

Best Cinematography Killers of the Flower Moon Maestro Oppenheimer Poor Things El Conde *Would much rather SALTBURN be in this category, but very happy for EL CONDE to be recognized.

Best Costume Design Barbie Killers of the Flower Moon Napoleon Oppenheimer Poor Things

Best Makeup and Hairstyling Golda Oppenheimer Poor Things Society of the Snow Maestro *Gotta go to makeup maestro Kazu Hiro.

Best Animated Short Film Letter to a Pig Ninety-Five Senses Our Uniform Pachyderme War Is Over! Inspired by the Music of John & Yoko

Best Live-Action Short Film The After Invincible Knight of Fortune Red, White and Blue The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar

*I'm 100% behind THE WONDERFUL STORY OF HENRY SUGAR, though I preferred the short within the quandrant of films THE SWAN starring Rupert Friend. As long as the shallow Pedro Almodóvar short STRANGE WAY OF LIFE wasn't nominated, I'm good.

Best Original Song “The Fire Inside” (Flamin’ Hot) “I’m Just Ken” (Barbie) “It Never Went Away” (American Symphony) “Wahzhazhe (A Song For My People)” (Killers of the Flower Moon) “What Was I Made For?” (Barbie)

*Was really rooting for one John Carney's two songs from FLORA & SON to get a nod. He's been twice nominated (winning one) for Best Song, but since not gaining a nod for SING STREET (a robbery!), he just haven't been able to gain ground.

Best Original Score American Fiction Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny Killers of the Flower Moon Oppenheimer Poor Things

*Should have been a space for Anthony Willis who did the score for SALTBURN but everyone has to kiss John Williams' ring and Robbie Robertson passed away so they have to recognize him. Though, if pushed came to shove, I preferred Robertson's score over Williams'.

Best Documentary Short Film The ABCs of Book Banning The Barber of Little Rock Island in Between The Last Repair Shop Nǎi Nai & Wài Pó

Best International Feature Film Io Capitano (Italy) Perfect Days (Japan) Society of the Snow (Spain)

The Teacher’s Lounge (Germany) The Zone of Interest (United Kingdom)

*Haven't been able to see THE ZONE OF INTEREST because A24 kept bollocksing up their screenings (same with THE IRON CLAW), but I hear it's great. I'm 1000% behind SOCIETY OF THE SNOW. I really hoped that JA Bayona was able to break out and make it into the Best Director category, but sadly, it didn't happen,

Best Production Design Barbie Killers of the Flower Moon Napoleon Oppenheimer Poor Things

Best Film Editing Anatomy of a Fall The Holdovers Killers of the Flower Moon Oppenheimer Poor Things

*Again, another category SALTBURN should have been nominated in.

Best Production Design Barbie Killers of the Flower Moon Napoleon Oppenheimer Poor Things

Best Sound The Creator Maestro Mission: Impossible – Dead Reckoning Part One Oppenheimer The Zone of Interest

Best Visual Effects The Creator Godzilla: Minus One Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 Mission: Impossible — Dead Reckoning, Part One Napoleon

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Special Somepony Contest

So after several years I am reopening Nightfall for a special somepony (I'd like him to have a partner with someone who'd draw/wright/headcanon about the couple alongside me ^^)

The winner will become canon to my NG blog Askmotherlyluna as Nightfall's future partner (when he’s an adult) and will also be canon to my NG au hallowverse!

-:: Nightfall ::-

Gender: Male

Species: Half predorus Alicorn

Age: Adult

Orientation: Straight

Occupation: Prince

Parents: Princess Luna and Lord Intemp

Personality: Broody, intelligent, curious, night owl (stays up all hours of the night), proper, proud, blunt, mild tempered, holds grudges, introverted, emotionally reserved in public/ openly expressive in private, kind, creative, possessive/territorial, loyal, loving, bit of a prankster and family oriented.

A little Something About Nightfall: Known as the Alicorn of Creativity prince Nightfall tends to push others to think outside the box to solve their problems and express themselves. Despite his sometimes broody and blunt personality, he is actually fairly friendly and quite polite towards others. He will usually take constellation requests from younger ponies as Nightfall's special talent is to rearrange the stars in the sky to create constellations, he can even change their color. He is a stallion who prefers to be around ponies who enjoy fun and are bubbly, just not too bubbly of course! There is such a thing as too much! Ideally, he'd like to find a mare who is more nocturnal like himself so they could actually spend time with each other, though he's someone willing to find work arounds to differing schedules. Nightfall is particularly attracted to Pegasi, Unicorns, and Bat ponies.

Rules:

-Must be an oc you own

-Must be a mare

-Must be your own art OR use the base I've provided

-have fun!

-:: Fill Out This Form ::-

*Insert finished collab image here*

(psd/sai/csp file and msp friendly version of the mare base can be found here! F2u Pony Base #1 I am the artist of the base line thickness is 7)

Gender:

Species:

Age:

Occupation:

Personality:

How You Think They Met:

I will pick a winner NOV 15th. (this contest will be run on both DA and my blog askmotherlyluna. You only need to submit to one of those places) For tumblr entries @ askmotherlyluna and make sure you have your first tag as #AMLSSPC so that I can easily find them! all post related to this will be tagged as such! Tumblr entries will be reblogged but you can also view the DA entries here!

#amlsspc #Nightfall #mlp oc #MLP #MLP:FiM #mlp fim #mlp ask blog #My Little Pony #mylittlepony #my little pony friendship is magic #my little pony oc #nextgen #Next Gen #ng #mlp ng #askmotherlyluna #contest

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the-tiktok-rogue · 4 months

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The Terror of Timothy Wright

It was halloween 1995, and little Timothy was so excited to go trick or treating with his mother, she got him this little theatre mask that was his favourite and he absolutely lit up, Janet Wright, Tims mother ruffled his hair and they went out together.

they went from door to door pretty easily that autumn night, and had a genuinely good time, enjoying going from door to door, Timothy and his mother sat down on a playground, little Tim swinging on the playground swing.

They both counted the candy together as Tim asked his mother a silly question “what am I dressed as mommy?” his mother giggled and said in a silly spooky voice “the boogeyman boo!” Tim theatre gasped and they both giggled, until Tim saw a figure in a suit across from the other side of the playground.

Timothy walked over to the tall suites figure and asked “who are you? I like your halloween costume.” Tims mother was looking at him bemused but let him speak.

The tall shadowy figure loomed and tilted its head as Tim continued “i’m dressed as the boogeyman, my mommy got me this mask especially, you wanna share some of my candy?” Timothy asked about to hand it to him, but when Tim looked up the figure was gone.

Little Tim walked back to his mother “I guess he doesn’t like candy.” he said to her, his mother tilted her head and laughed to herself “You have such a vivid imagination Tim.” , Tim continued “He was dressed like a cool james bond spy, and he left like one as well, I never got his name.” , Janet smiled “So you’ve got a new imaginary friend, that’s cute.” Tim was caught off guard “but I did see him mommy I did” he said insisting to her “i’m sure you did baby” she kissed his head “it’s getting late though, we should go home.” they finished for the night.

Months passed and Tim started seeing this man in different places, local parks, school, and even at home, at first he thought he was his friend, but he started to cough, have headaches and even seizures over a while, he kept telling his Mother but she wouldn’t believe him, he’d wet the bed and sleep with her in her bed, but the spooky man would follow him still.

The scariest thing was Tim not remembering big gaps of time, he would wake up in different places without any memory, except having that mask his mother gave him in front of him.

One scary evening he heard his mother speaking on the phone to someone, he heard the words mental hospital, and delusional.

Tim started shaking, were they going to take him away from his mommy? she was the only one he had since his parents got divorced and his dad left, he didn’t want to be alone.

His mother lied and said they were going to church, and then took him to this large hospital building, Tim didn’t want to go but his mother practically dragged him inside kicking and screaming.

“Tim this is for your own good, Stop fighting and this will be easier” she picked him up and carried him inside tantrumming “I know you don’t wanna leave mommy but your sock, you’re sick and you need help” .

Tim screamed “mommy I don’t wanna leave you please don’t leave me mommy please don’t I don’t wanna be alone with the boogeyman!!!” Tim screamed but Janet brought him inside, a man in a white coat injected him with something and he passed out, when he woke he was in an office with his mother talking to a doctor.

“He’ll be staying here for a long time, we’re looking at maybe 12 years, until we can cure him of this illness”

Tim’s mother spoke in a concerned voice “i’ve seen him try and jump off a bridge trying to kill himself, running out late at night in a mask, making himself sick with worry, don’t know where he gets it from though, maybe his dad, he was an alcoholic and had horrible mood swings before we got divorced, I just can’t take it anymore.”

the man in the white coat spoke clinically to her “you did the right thing bringing him here, we’ll be able to handle him don’t you worry.”

Tim felt his stomach turn and looked at his mommy “c-can I atleast keep the mask you gave me, it’s the only thing I have left of you mommy” Tim begged, his mother sighed and gave him the theatre mask “remember the mask is a part of me that’ll always be with you, protecting you, okay?” Tim nodded “okay mommy, thank you” Tim almost cried again and before he knew it his mother was leaving and he was being dragged to what looked to be a a weird yellow wall room with a bed, little did Tim know this would be the last time he’d ever see his mother.

Several hours passed and they kept him locked in this room, it was lonely, and boring, he couldn’t leave, he couldnt run around like a kid his age should, he was just stuck in this one room all day, he had a little window to look through atleast, another room was there and he saw another brown haired boy, Tim on a whim tried to make friends with him.

“Hey, over here!” Tim shouted

the other kid looked over him done

“what do you want.” the kid said in a droll voice

“I’m Tim, have you seen my mommy?”

the other kid spoke in a serious voice “kid let me be real, you ain’t ever seeing your mom again. once you’re in here, you ain’t leaving.”

Tim whimpered “I don’t wanna be alone…can we be friends.”

“tell you what, you get me cigarettes, and i’ll be your friend or whatever.”

“what’s your name?”

“names Jordan, i’ll teach you how to walk the walk and talk the talk here so it’s atleast bearable for you, ‘sides I feel sorry for you, you remind me of myself a couple years ago.”

“I keep seeing the boogeyman, that’s why mommy brought me in here.” Tim explained unprompted

“Yeah Im in here cause I saw someone called mr smiley the clown, no one believe me either but i’ve got the cuts and scars to prove it” he rolled up his sleeves on his mental hospital uniform and showed off his cuts then they heard the guards arrive and Jordan spoke again “hide in here you’ll get in trouble if you’re caught speaking to me.”

The guards walked in and served Tim some food, when Tim ate the sandwiches they gave him, he started to feel woozy and passed out.

Tim woke up then next day and Jordan spoke up “yeah you gotta be careful they’ll slip medicine in your food to try and keep you woozy, I always look through my food before eating.”

Tim smiled for a second “thank you for helping me, that was the first time I got sleep for quite a while.”, the guards came in to serve breakfast and while they were in Tim quickly snook a hand in the guards pocket and found a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, Tim quickly chucked it in through the window to jordan’s window.

“yess this is awsome, I haven’t had a smoke in fucking ages.” Jordan celebrated

“I used to do that at school, pick pocket for change, to get pick and mix” he smiled

“yeah well it’s paying off champ good job.”

several days off this happened until Tim had his first mental breakdown in the hospital, that figure appeared in his room, and he couldn’t run, he couldn’t leave he clawed at the wall screaming all through the night.

“ITS THERE ITS THERE IT CAME FROM RIGHT THERE!!” Tim screamed crying

“IT WASNT ME I SWEAR IT WASNT ME LET ME OUT LET ME OUT!!!”

Tim sobbed in excruciating pain, this being looming above him getting closer and closer until he passed out.

He woke up, in a park, with the mask in front of him, Tim smiled, his mother was protecting him, he put the mask on like a super power and started to wander the park, he walked down a pathway to a tunnel, when his surroundings changed, and he was in the car park outside of the park.

He read the sign outside Ross-wood park, like rosswell the ufo sight, Tim laughed, god it was nice to be outside that prison, but before he knew it he heard police sirens, two cops came out and grabbed him dragging him into their car and before he knew it he was back to the hospital, they rifled threw his pockets and found the key to his room.

They upped his dosages and forced him to take medicine before shoving him back in his room, he passed out again after this, and the weeks started to zoom past over and over, before he knew it it was 1996.

one morning Jordan spoke to Tim

“Were you close with your parents?”

“yeah my mommy, she was my best friend, my daddy always hit me though, I never liked him.”

“yeah I was close with my mom and dad too, My dad worked in a hardware store, and my mom was a nurse, I woke up one day after mr smiley the clown stalked me for months, with blood all over my hands, and my parents bleeding on the floor, but I swear I didn’t do it, it was Mr Smiley. he was in the corner laughing at me!”

Tim cut him off “I believe you Jordan!”

“thank you. no one’s ever said that to me before I appreciate it.”

Tim smiled and ate his sandwiches, he’d gotten good at faking taking the pills by this one, palming them and them hiding them in the room.

Then one night he saw that horrible man in black again, he felt for his pockets and found his keys, he must have stole it from the guards in one of his memory gaps, he opened his door and ran all the way to a maintenance tunnel hiding all night, the guards didn’t find him till morning though, and they dragged him back to his room, they slapped him in the face and threw him back into his room one of the guards saying they’d give him something to cry about. Tim sobbed all night that night.

years passed again and before he knew it it was 1998, every so often the Doctors would take him in for essentially therapy sessions where they’d tell him what he was seeing wasn’t real, he used to fight them, but he got good at lying and telling them that he knew it wasn’t real.

They diagnosed him with schizophrenia, and upped his doses once again to an orange case of white pills, Tim took them and they started to let him and Jordan interact with the other patients more in a living room, one of the other in mates Jason started bullying Tim though “little pussy hahaha probably west himself every night, boogeyman boogeyman waaa waa!” Jordan stood up for Tim “hey that’s my best friend you’re talking about fuck off!”

“watcha gonna do mr smiley, gonna honk your clown horn at me!” Jason laughed and so did his cronies, that set Jordan off, he leapt onto Jason and started beating him, punching him until he was black and blue, the guards grabbed him, slammed him against the wall and injected him as he screamed all sorts of swears.

Jordan was put in solitary confinement that night and Tim didn’t hear from him, needless to say Tim wasn’t bullied by Jason any longer after that, Tim chortled to himself.

Before Tim knew it the years the flew by again, it was 2000, and someone new came to visit Tim, it wasn’t the guards, Jason, or the faceless man, but a figure with a skull for a face.

Tim was unnerved, just as he was about to open his mouth the skull faced man spoke instead “don’t scream. I have vital information for you.”

Tim tilted his head

the skull faced man continued “the faceless man you see is real, he is called the Operator.”

“what does he want?”

“to take you to the ark, his own dimension, and feed on you.”

the skull faced man crossed his arms and sighed “i’m sorry but your friend is going to die. he has his sights on him next.”

“Jordan?! no he’s my best friend can’t I stop it?!”

“it is inevitable, but do not worry, I will collect his soul so he will live on in me.”

“what does that even mean. Who are you?!”

“think of me as the grim reaper, but don’t worry, you will soon be free of this place Tim.”

Tim chased him but the skull faced figure vanished out of existence, had Tim dreamed all of that?

Jordan was starting to act strange, not mentioning me smiley anymore but a tall faceless man, he was coughing and displaying all the same symptoms as Tim, had Tim infected him?

months passed and one night Jordan was screaming, this had happened several times but Tim peaked out of his bedroom window into Jordan’s and he noticed Jordan had a pair of shears against his neck.

“Jordan don’t do it you’re my best friend! I can’t be alone again!”

Jordan spoke in a fugue state “I’ll be back with my parents, so long cruel world”

“Jordan no!!!” Tim screamed and watched his friend slit his own throat, hearing him collapse, he clenched his fist and ran to the wall punching it over and over as he cried, he was alone again, he had no mum or dad or Jordan, nobody. he was truly alone.

The next day he saw Jordan’s body being taken away by the coroners, and Tim escaped again acting up even more, flipping plates and throwing chairs and screaming “don’t you see!! can’t you HELP any of us you bastards!!!” they grabbed Tim slapping and punching him in the gut calling him crazy and all sorts of slurs, they put him in a straight jacket and brought him back to his room strapping him to his bed.

Months passed like this, almost half a year, and Tim was imprisoned every day in this straight jacket, no freedom in sight, until he saw the skull faced figure again appear in his room, the figure walked up and freed him from his straight jacket.

“It is time for your freedom.” he spoke with a reserved joy and handed him some matches, a lighter and the orange capsule of pills “burn this place to the ground and take these, they’ll help you in the future.”

Tim cried for joy.

“Thank you.”

The skull faced person left and Tim lit the matches starting with his room, he checked the door and it was thankfully unlocked, he lit several more and lit the halls ablaze, before he knew it he was outside watching the mental hospital, and the annex burning, a fire truck arrived but it was too late, everyone had been evacuated and by the time the mental hospital was finished burning it was very clear he wouldn’t be coming back.

2 years passed and Tim now in a foster home, he was going to monthly therapy sessions and generally doing better, the pills leveled him out and Jordan was a distant fuzzy memory to him now, he transferred schools and eventually went to high school.

It was 2004 and Tim was at the cafeteria of his high school, a man sat next to him with short blonde hair and a beige hoodie “Hi i’m Brian, I saw you and your own and thought, this kid looks like he needs a friend.”

Tim smiled shyly “u-uh i’m Tim, nice to meet you.

then it was 2006 and him and Brian had brought him to an audition, he met this guy named Alex Kralie and read his script, he went off to apple bees afterwards and swore he saw a thin figure in the distance, nah, must’ve just been his mind playing tricks on him, life was good.

#leo rambles #marble hornets #fanfic #leo’s writing

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